Dear Kiki,
I know your're not yet gone
yet we had such a wonderful bond
that when I saw you on my bed
with your small, soft head
with your green, hazel eyes
I wish that they were saying lies
that you are NOT dead
you're NOT what they said
but I know the day will come
where I will sing and hum
your sweet soul to heaven
where we will meet again
I know the day has not passed
but I hope the sadness does not last
because I know we'll meet again
In sweet, heavenly Nirvana.