The Ghost to His Daughter

Come to think of it, we’re both
Living in separate worlds.

Obviously, I’m alive—
How else could I be writing

These lines? And clearly you are
Alive—how else could you be

Absorbing any of this?
But the you absorbing this

Does not exist in my world,
And the me who’s writing this

Is nowhere alive in yours—
You in your world, I in mine—

Who knew that the multiverse
Was no more than linear time?