The rose withers (will the thorns?)

Everyone loves it when someone dies
And comes back again
How many times will I tell you good-bye
When you've been gone all this time?
It's confusing the times you've returned
To lose you again
More difficult is facing a future
I imagined you in
Now by candlelight with ouija board
I hope you are there

Have I done something
For you not to write back this time?
The emptiness of missing you
Always catches me by surprise
Like sprinklers on a timer
Going off when I'm nearby
I'm waiting for the moon to full
For safe passage through the night
It's your harshest words I'll recollect
Your silence that hurts more each time