Association.

I'm craving the
Muscle spasms
Like bubbles of gas
Popping from under the surface
Of a chemical
And the way
You hair appeared to dance
In between my fingers
As they laid themselves
Under each strand

I've come to notice
How I only
Smoked weed with you
And never felt the need
Anywhere else
I guess
It came along
With being yours
It was as much
A part of your life
As literature
And myself
And I'm not sure why
I never saw
A problem with that

I guess I'm only
Craving it
Because I'm craving
you