death is nothing at all,
i have only slipped into the next room
i am I and you are you
whatever we were to other, that we still
are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which you
always used
put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
laugh as we always laughed at the little
jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect, without
the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was, there is
unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind when I am out
of site?
I am waiting for you, for a interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner, all is well.
