4:20 in the morning

I remember waking up in the tent  
Fumbling for your rolling kit
Rolling a joint at 4:20 am
Smoke filled the small space
Did you wake to join me?
I can’t remember
New memories are useless bandaids
Cut me deeper next time
The way you did in my kitchen
On cedar planks and forest floor
On the black asphalt of the PCH
The way you did
Before dawn that morning
Before the sunset on plaskett
or the last joint we shared
Before I set out to forget

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