The Autistic Experience

I have seen this strange feeling growing inside again. Sparks of divination and alchemy of souls. A union foretold and a devastating departure.

Sometimes people come in our life to remind us that we are worthy of love and companionship. You came into my life for a fleeting moment and in one glimpse I found realization. I had become an empty vase and all my petals wilted. The stems of love that once bloomed roses, were no more, and the stagnant water evaporated. The heat of the sun had desiccated my soul, and I became an empty vessel carrying transient rot for others. Those who needed it for their cruel intentions would find it pleasurable and I was happy to be held.

Finding you reminded me that more than being held is being filled. An empty vase cannot carry flowers, and you filled my soul with springs of love and beauty reminding me that bloom can follow gloom, and life can grow in rot. Embers of that flame I carry still, and they are enough to keep me warm. As I carry on, I carry you with and am thankful for the time we had. Though the time was not for us, the time was right, and we were there for each other.

Remember me, remember the time and carry with you what we shared. Time does not stand still and if you find yourself with another, I will cherish you and remember that we cannot hold bees meant to fly. You will carry the essence of the buds we bloomed and pollinate other roses in the garden.