Ode to Marijuana

I remember him

I remember his brown eyes

His shy smile

I remember the way he held my hands

The way he touched my lips

The way he hated to see me cry

I remember him

The love of my youth

My secret keeper

My all in all

I remember him

He’s gone now

Lost in the whisper of the herb’s smoke

Brown eyes turned dark

Hands that soothed now cold

No longer do my sobs offend him

He glories in them now

His fists spew blood

He spits venom on my head

I remember him

I hold his memory in the corners of my heart

Where they cannot be rolled and smoked

And wait in quiet vigil

Next to his earthen bed