Demise isn't anything by any means.
It doesn't check.
I have just sneaked away into the following room.
Nothing has occurred.
Everything remains precisely as it might have been.
I am I, and you will be you,
also, the previous lifestyle that we lived so affectionately together is immaculate, unaltered.
Whatever we were to one another and each other, that we are still forever.
Call me by the old natural name.
Discuss me in the easy manner which you generally utilized.
Put no distinction into your tone.
Wear no constrained demeanor of seriousness or distress.
Snicker as we generally giggled at the little jokes that we partook in together.
Play, laugh, pointing me, appeal to God for me.
Leave my name alone ever the family word that it generally was.
Leave it alone spoken without an exertion, without the apparition of a shadow upon it.
Life implies all that it ever implied.
It is equivalent to it ever was.
There is supreme and solid coherence.
What is this passing however an irrelevant mishap?
For what reason would it be advisable for me to be out of psyche since I am far out?
I am nevertheless sitting tight for you, for a span,
some place extremely close,
simply round the corner.
Everything is great.
Nothing is harmed; nothing is lost.
One brief second and all will be as it was previously.
How we will snicker at the difficulty of separating when we meet once more!
