What am I

As I sit in my living room
Everything has turned to dust
There is a faint smell of death that lingers in the air
The tv is set to what use to be his favorite show
I watch him as he watches his show
He seems so amused
Everything looks so different
But him
He seems happier than ever
As I try to grasp him face so that he could look at me
My hand goes right through his body
I try again
And again
But still I can’t feel his face
He leaves his chair and walks write through me
I run to the nearest mirror
And I notice that I am transparent
Seems like over the years
I lost my soul
I lost my value
Now there is nothing left to me
I no longer exist
I am nothing
But a hologram
I am forever trapped in that day
The day I let him put his hands on me
Now I will forever be a memory
Because I didn’t leave when I had the chance to