I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.

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 familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used .... Play, smile, think of me .... All is well.

Death is nothing at all; it does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room.

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.

I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. I stand watching her until she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says, She is gone. Gone where? The loss of sight is in me, not in her. Just at the moment when someone says, She is gone, there are others who are watching her coming. Other voices take up the glad shout, Here she comes! That is dying.