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Jun 2013
Death is nothing at all.
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 you always used.
Put no differnce into your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we had together.
Play, smile, think of me.
Pray for me.
Let my name be the household name it always was.
Let it be spoken without the shadow of a ghost in it.
Life means all it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
What is death is but a negliable accident.
Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight.
All is well, nothing is lost.
One brief moment and it will all be as it was before.

R.I.P Daniel,
I miss you man
16/6/2010
Adeline Dean
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Adeline Dean  Paris
(Paris)   
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