I guess I’ll see you again
In two or more years.
Unless you come for Christmas,
I’ll shed many tears.

Dearest cousin, please understand
You were my best friend
While I was missing my other ones.
Why should it end?

The first two lines of a poem comes to mind
When I think about you;
“Miss you, miss you, miss you,
Everything I do.”

So raise a glass to this summer
And all these memories.
And I hope we’ll meet at Christmas
Oh please, please, please.