by Henry Scott-Holland
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very
All is well.