I thought that I'd be way up there,
looking from afar.
I thought you'd look like little ants,
but it's not like that so far.

I'm standing right here next to you,
watching while you read.
I wish that I could speak to you,
the one thing that I need.

I saw you at my funeral,
I cried, you looked so sad.
I suppose that is a compliment,
but it made me feel real bad.

I miss you heaps and that's for sure
and wish that you were here.
When memories fade, remember this -
I always will be near.