I walk around, seeing the grief. I see you, my friend. Crying, I like it, I don't wanna we you cry, please stop.
That's right, you can't see me. I still try to cuddle a snuggle with you, I think you feel, a slight increase of warmth on your chest, that's me.
I'm sorry I didn't make it, it was an accident. I'm still here though, waiting, waiting for us to cross that rainbow bridge.