by Johnny Crimson
About that time that I was away.
Was it 7 years or so...?
Well, I met this girl, we began a thing.
All messy and what not, but spiritual nonetheless.
It was miraculous, I felt more alive than I had in my previous life to that point.
She was spectacular, endlessly interesting, all that jazz.
She was my soulmate.
She passed away, 3 weeks ago tomorrow.
I'm drunk as hell typing this.
I miss you babe.
Not much of a poem.
I'll find you in the ether, in the everything.
I love you, sorry so cheesy.