They Are Not Deceased

In the living flesh i will not see them again
But mental images of them until death i will retain
In memory i see and talk to them every day
To me they have not died they have just gone away
From the places and homes they had lived in for many years
Why should i weep for them when they do not need my tears
When they are living and breathing in me
They will only die when i die whenever that be
I was told they had died but to my surprise
Their voices and appearances i can visualize
Though if i said i see them in the living flesh i would be telling a lie
In me they will live until the day i do die
They are not deceased they have just gone away
I see and i do talk to them every day.