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July 31, 2007

after glow

Dear Chris,

Remember that night, when we walked through the forest, and the glow-worms were like a magical fairytale pathway that we skipped along? It was as though, for a moment wed wandered into one of your cheesy poems. The glow-worms twinkled, the trees whispered, the forest rhymed.

I want to have those days all over again. Talk all night. Write sonnets. Wag school and drive around with J, plotting the next prank just no letterbox blowing up in front of me, ok? Drink nectarine nectar at the garden centre. Get pissed off at how damn stubborn you can be. Fall in love, together, with everyone, with life.

In my mind you are sitting on a bridge, down behind the cottage, waiting for me. Playing pooh-sticks. Smiling at some private joke that youll never tell, no matter how much I plead. Smiling because the sun is shining, warm on your back because the sun is always shining, somewhere, and you always find it.

I know you liked this poem. You always were the cheesiest guy I ever did meet. Today, on this anniversary, I need a bit of cheese.

After Glow
Id like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
Id like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
Id like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
Id like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when life is done.

Yup, the after glow still keeps me warm, still makes me smile, even through the tears.

Miss you so much.
Love ya always.
xxx


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Christopher James Stockdale Cowan (My Old Sock).
27/09/78 - 31/07/06

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Sending hugs your way. Long distance hugs. Robin

Posted by: Robin at August 4, 2007 02:37 AM