Take a Hit

Take A Hit…
It never came packaged or laced
We couldn’t buy it for a 20 spot we couldn’t even bargain for some change
Instead we grew it Ourselves, cut out the middle man and watched it grow.
Our own creation
We planted it on trust, watered it with patience, and left it in the light of time.
Some days growth was overwhelming, the leaves couldn’t help but to intertwine with one another
Touch each other, until a bud appeared.
Oh, I think it was just fertilized.
Other days growth was non-existent
One side grew towards the light while the other was blinded and hid in the dark
But the passion for that growth still remained.
And we were sure that it was unstoppable, unbeatable, with satisfaction guaranteed
Until…
the last bud
We clipped it, shredded it, and rolled it up with our beating hearts.
We ignite it with our last flame and pulled it in slow.
We kept the rotation until there was only one last hit to savor.
The reminiscent thoughts of the foundation that grew this simmered down through the smoke.
Until the last hit…
And so we took our last hit together
Our last hit of Love.
Threw away the ashes under the rug.
The only substance left is the seeds it grew from.
I was her,
He was him.
It was never sold or manufactured, it was love shared once and never again
Our last hit.

written by: M.A.R.