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The Special Word
They met on a fall day,
In a somewhat less than orthodox way.
She was vital, radiant, full of life and promise.
He was painfully shy, apprehensive, reticent, and nervous.
He could not imagine how a girl who was quite this wonderful
Could actually exist.
They wiled away the time talking about
Beliefs, philosophies, and love.
And he adored her.
He asked questions in a manner
That he hoped would not color her response,
And marveled at her answers.
She'd tell him things that somehow seemed
To have never been said before,
How he was the special one she had saved her soul for,
The person that she'd always wanted to belong to.
And he adored her.
She told him that she loved how his eyes
Reflected so much of what he was feeling.
"It's as though you're all that I am really aware of.
It's such an incredible feeling,
As though nothing else exists.
You're the perfect person for me.
You're the one I've always waited to belong to.
In all the world there is no one else
That I'd ever long to be with.
To me, you are so perfect.
I love you,
And that will never change."
And he adored her.
She said,
"I always thought that I would only belong to one person,
And if something happened,
And it ended,
Or for some reason, was over,
That would not change the way I felt about belonging to them.
I want this to be forever."
And he believed her.
He asked her,
"If you could not be both,
Would you rather be the girl that the one you loved
Was actually with,
Or the one he was thinking about
While he was with you?"
And she said,
"Sometimes what's real
Pales by comparison to what's imagined.
The only place to be
Is in the heart, soul, and mind
Of the one you love."
And he knew that she would always be both to him.
Se said,
"I am waiting for the one
Who says the special word.
When that happens,
We will become inextricibly bound
Forever."
And he said the special word.
They shared their love,
And they shared eachother.
Then one day,
In a somewhat less than orthodox way,
He came to find out
That she had willfully deceived him.
Crestfallen, and heartbroken,
He knew that it could never be the same again.
And while he could no longer trust or believe her,
He could not stop loving her.
And so, he wondered
What had been real?
What had been imagined?
Was he neither?
Was he both?
And all these years later
He still wonders,
"What is now real?
What is now imagined?
Am I neither?
I can't be both.
There is no me,
There is no you,
If nothing that was said
Was true."
They met on a fall day
In a somewhat less than orthodox way.
And he adored her.
*To hear the poem, click on the link in the title.
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