Everything is so close
Within reach
Yet it feels miles away
Feels as though it is part of a different timeline

One where I existed in the familiar all my life
Where the tearful goodbye came after a lifetime
And not just a few years

So close I could touch it
Feel it, squeeze it until it oozed between my fingers
Know it would never be mine, no matter how many times I claimed it

You have to die to be
A spectre that floats in and out of the alleys, no longer confined to it's resting place
Stuck in the city where it's invisible

A spectre that can no longer touch anything
The material world belongs to the living