The smoke hits the back of my throat hard.
The usually THC tinged blood coursing through my veins normally prevents this.
Usually, it hits smooth, like water against glass.
Now it is hard and hits like sandpaper upon sandpaper.
I learn to like the pain and seek it.
I come to know it.

You say, “Promise not to promise anymore.”
I say, “I will take the chain off the door.”

She walks away
Saying what she always says
In vain

But
She walks away
Saying what she always says
In Vain
Like always

The smoke that comes from the fire that comes from the pocket
And it doesn’t hurt
I walk too
The smoke feels smooth as my feet against this pavement
I miss the hurt, the familiar hurt
So I decided to seek it

I find you
You my love are not gone

I say, “I’ll never say, I’ll never love again.”
You say, “You don’t say a lot of things.”

I press my body on her
And kiss her where mind meets body
Like never

But
I press my body on her like
And kiss her where mind meets body
Like never

She places her arm length between us
Turns her head away quickly
She says, “My bones are shifting in my skin.
And you my love are gone.”