The Aspie Boy I came to love.

Two years and two months

Two years and two months
Two people in double trust.

The hermetic summer: callous and separate but now that seems like a predicament further than darksong.
Ageing, aching, words in revelation;
he was always so blunt yet that day riddled.

The esoteric means we took in awkward millennial fashion,
so unconventional, there was no-one to ask and nothing to reference as guidance.

His voice so metallic like gun metal,
now an amorous sound shaping with his wayful powers into reflections of soft light.
Fae-like scintillating dew drops cleared the death mauled fears.
Cleared up was the fearful predicaments of this wayward, contingent world.
Calamities avoided.
Not swerved and dodged past:
Resolved.
His heart resolute he said.

He knew what he wished for now.
He knew his ways would last.

He understood what he wished for now.
He understood his ways would last.

He and I made considerations in double trust through those months.
Words that spun from a single letter I thought, had started far earlier to him.
And for such, great warmth to him and sweetness to me ensued.

The differences of his ways of before and now were more prominent than ever:
However,
As beautiful as they are now,
His choices,
His personhood,
His development,
He made this.
Taking:
Two years and two months
Two people in double trust
To create a symphony through the artistry that sparked from his mind.