Attempting just to put my thoughts into perspective,
I lit candles on your grave yesterday, and I reflected.
I thought about the times we’d shared…
lit a big fat J, got high, and I cried.
Pretending you were there,
sitting with me in the shade under trees,
I heard the air turn still
and the leaves stopped rustling.
I felt a chill in my spine
and then your voice said,
“trust me… trust me… trust me…”
— leest1 —