Death, as they call it, is nothing,
I crossed the door, You can see me
I’m here in this adjacent room
I know You feel me,
I do feel You.

I am still me, you are still you.
what we were, for one another, we still are.
Call me the name you always gave me,
the one familiar to you;
speak to me in the same affectionate way
the one you always used.

Do not change the tone,
do not assume a solemn or sad face.
Keep laughing about what made us laugh,
about those little things we so liked.
Let our laughters chirp, spreading joy, as they always did.

Pray, smile, think about me but in the same familiar way.
Pronounce my name without any trace of sadness.
Our life preserves the same meaning it always had;
it is the same as before.
There is a continuity which does not break.

Why should I be out of your thoughts and your mind,
only because I am out of your sight?

I am not far,
I am on the other side,
I am behind that door.
No need to worry, to hurry.

Be reassured, it is all ok.
You will still find my heart,
you will find the same tenderness, purified.

Dry Your tears, don’t cry,
Eternity is in our hearts, we built it.
Your smile is my peace

{I saw myself in a dream. I was leaving loving words, after crossing the door, this is what remains out of it.}