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Pickle Bottoms

by Johnny Crimson

Yeah,
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.

Was.

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.

06/21/2022

Posted on 06/21/2022
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/21/22 at 10:27 PM

Wow! Devastating news, Johnny. So sorry to hear this.

Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 06/22/22 at 04:10 AM

Sometimes alcohol and cheese are completely necessary. I really hope you're getting the support that you need right now.

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