Talking of times past, 

A friend tells me one night you turned up at mine, 

Couldn't get in, 

Couldn't get me to answer, 

So you climbed the fence, 

Fell, 

Ended up covered in wine, 

As the bottle you had brought broke, 

shattered and fell, 

all over you, 

so you gave in, 

turned up in the pub,  

to tell friends of your escapades,. 

Strangely comforting now, 

that you tried to get to me that night. 

Now that you are gone, 

Its like a hug hearing it. 

Your love was non possessive and true, 

You didn't judge.  

Jealousy did not rule you. 

I guess one free spirit, 

Recognised another, 

The drugs and drink, 

Took you away, 

I would do anything right now, 

To share that bottle of wine with you.  

RIP JJ