Two lone wolves [autistic poetry]

(Beginning note: this is how I view most of my relationships, especially the more successful ones.  It’s not them; it’s me–and I’m not sure that “it” is even a bad thing.  It’s acceptable to me, even comfortable, most of the time.  It is what it is, and it just Is.  To capture the mood, you will probably want the song running through your head that was running through mine when I wrote this (although my “lyrics” don’t match the song precisely this time), which is the song “A Chi Sa Dove Sara” (link to YouTube video) by the little-known, Denver-based Goth Americana band Tarantella.  Definitely worth a listen.  They’ve inspired me so.  This particular poetry piece was written in the nippy chill of November 2015.)

I’m gonna climb that hill over there
And I’m gonna make it
I’m gonna walk down that road over there
(I’ll) follow you, (if you) follow me, and I…
I’m gonna throw that rock over there
It picks you, it picks me, and we…
Are two lone wolves in the icy winter rain
Sometimes it’s you, sometimes it’s me

I’m gonna walk that plain over there
Pick the scrubby little leaves and the there is to believe, and I…
I’m gonna look out from on top of the hill
All I see is gray
I’m gonna aim for that bush over there
Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s me, and we…
Are two lone wolves on the same icy road
I see you, you see me
If I see you, will you see me?

I’m gonna face that sleet over there
And I’m gonna take it
I’m gonna walk that path over there
(I’ll) follow you, (if you) follow me, and I…
I’m going to catch that cloud over there
It licks you, it licks me, and we…
Are two lone wolves in the same icy world
I feel you, you feel me
Sometimes in you, I see me

If we’re the same, do you love me?