by Adrienne Lalande
You and I were meant to be,
a relationship no one else could see;
a friendship, unique to you and me,
and for eighteen years, we lived happily.
For eighteen years, your love never faltered,
like a wild horse, never bridled or haltered;
you were always there, when my eyes watered,
and dried my tears, you were never bothered.
Then, tragedy struck, on a cold November night
we all knew it, you had lost your fight;
in your eyes, there was no life; no light
only a void, and I knew through that sight,
That you were gone; your spirit had taken flight.
It will take time to get over your leaving
and let my heart over you stop bleeding;
sometimes, to sleep I go grieving,
my emotions fragile and heaving.
You, my eyes keep seeing,
but not believing.
Though you're gone,
your memory lives on;
Forever.
In memory of Jiggs Cowan
April 1st, 1978
November 22nd, 1996.
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