I Am Not Gone I Am Just In The Next Room

I have only slipped away into the next room.

I am not gone i am just in the next room.

In the next room. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am not gone i never left though through your tears you were bereft for i am waiting in the room next door where one day we ll be together forever more. Think of me in a flower think of me in the rain think of me when you hear the larks sweet refrain enjoy the warm sunlight i ll chase away the cold cherish what we shared.

Posted in all things spiritual. It does not count. Death is nothing at all. I am only in the next room.

By henry scott holland death is nothing at all. I m not gone i m just in the next room over. I am i and you are you. I ve privacy locked all my posts apart from the troll psa and i m ceasing crossposting.

You can either follow me over at dreamwidth or via feed here. Have you ever read the lovely poem about i m just in the next room we all think about heaven being up in the sky or way yonder miles away from us we talk about our dear ones being beyond the veil we feel they are so far from us beyond our scope of ever seeing them again but do we realise they are actually just in the next room the. I want you to laugh at the jokes we used to laugh at just like i was sitting here with you. Just around the corner all is well.

Death is nothing at all. Call me by the old familiar name. Whatever we were to each other that we are still. I am i and you are you and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched unchanged.