What was I to you
But a strange but friendly, smiling face
And what more were you to me
But someone to smile at?
Maybe each of us was a face the other was looking for
To superimpose on long-cherished, never-realized fantasies
Do phrases like “never forget” and “everlasting love” and “eternal friendship” mean anything?
Does it matter if I call you soulmate and you call me the answer to all your questions?
Or maybe we’ll be the fashionably perverted lovers and wage passionate war the way ordinary people make love.
We can play all the games that lovers and friends and enemies and acquaintances and couples play.
Or we could just be.
You and me.
And two again.
If after all this, the question still is…..was it something special?
Well, if you need to ask…..if you prefer the poetry of words to the music of silences…well, was its special?
Maybe it wasn’t. And since I think so, probably so do you.