Conversation with a Dead Man

Conversation with a Dead Man
I saw you only yesterday
Spring- stepped and looking good 
You saw me only yesterday 
And you never though I would 
Be greeting you this way

Well is it dark? Is it but gloom? 
That Empty Nothingness? 
So speak to me of where you are 
Is Your Sun a deep caress?
Or does Night now rule your day?

I have to know. I've got to know 
Are you looking down at me?
My grass is green not grey
besides, what colour grass could be? 
Now, will you answer me?

He paused awhile as if in thought
and then his Answer came 
What I am now, soon shall you be
One day, one month, one year, he said
It's all the same to me