We met after a long year, you said in text,
“When I’m out of the city, I’ll reach out,”
Pick up when I get into town,
Tell me if you’ll be around.
“We can meet at the square, we have to catch up.”
A night, a scene, a town,
An odyssey,
Oh, wow.
You jaywalked and I used the crosswalk.
We met again at the door of a closed, dark, Starbucks.
A flight, a night owl.
Shaking the door before reading the sign,
You said you always knew I was autistic.
“When I met you, I assumed it was a known thing.
It never occurred to me that it wouldn’t be.
Like, you know, ‘that girl is on the spectrum.'”
What kind of wizard?
You were right, and you were cold,
But I had no clothing to offer.
When we entered the warm café,
Attire, tea, a style,
You peaked down at a friendly baby.
A smiler’s sweetest smile.
When the family was out of earshot,
You said,
“I thought I wanted to be an artist.
But now the only thing I want is to parent.”
Look how ya looking, looking now.
Later, that man seemed headed
To our same destination.
You said you knew I’d be scared of him.
I might’ve seen,
I swore,
You were looking,
Looking all at me.
You shuffled faster in your eight-inch platforms.
“I could tell you were getting nervous.
I had a feeling it was fine.”
Ya shyer, sh-shy how can I get you,
Get you out?
He swerved past and away on the black road.
I love friends with their third eye
Wide open.
You pull out all the swords.
Be an idol in my heart,
Oh, be inspiring and more.