Death is nothing at all,
have only slipped away into
the next room.
Whatever we were to eachother, we still are.
Please, call me by my old familiar name.
Speak of me in the same easy way you always did.
Put no diffrence 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 and pray for me.
Let my name be the household name it always was,
Spoken without the shadow of a ghost in it.
Life means all it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
Death is interval,
So why should i be out of mind because i am out of sight?
Iam but waiting for you,- for an interval, very near.
All is well. Nothing is past or lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before,
Only better and happier.
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