Death
is just an open door,
I have only slipped away
into the next room
I
am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each 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.
Let
my home be ever the household word
that it always was,
let it be spoken
without effect,
without the trace of a 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
because I am out of sight?
I
am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
Safe and Secure,
All is well.
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