I have only slipped away into the next room.
Whatever we were to each other, we are still.
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 solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me.
Let my name be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am only waiting for you, for an interval,
Somewhere very near ... just around the corner.

            — Henry Scott Holland