I see dead people.
I see them walking in the streets,
In crosswalks,
up the street,
down the street,
Going into shops,
Sitting on patios.
Always just out of reach and fleeting.
I see Chris, there!
I see Tasha, there.
There are others too.
A visual recognition of a movement, a stance, a posture of the ageless.
A visitation
A memory
A loss
Forgotten in the day to day of living only to appear again to me, there!
In the streets.