Lithium

Your echo is my sentiment.
You speak of resonance and depth,
your speech is dampening, 
and shallow.
Our memories filter the doubt,
and you can no longer push,
so I pull.
I win by default,
non compliance of request.
You quickly breathe out, 
so I can breathe in. 

Then, 
You are here. 
autistic,
a christmas day in July.