Perspective

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 —

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About Lee Stone -leest1-

The world is changing: Stand for Something. Soporte Para Algo. Independent Poet/Artist. Portland, OR · http://facebook.com/sonstone
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