I always ask myself <br />What's between you and me <br />A step <br />Or miles <br />Or just the ocean <br />A year <br />Or ten <br />Or a whole generation <br />But does it really matter <br />Do I have to care <br />What's between you and me <br />In time orspace <br />Yet when I pass by there <br />I can't but ask myself <br />What's a dear place <br />When no one dear is here <br />Is it a life <br />We lived true <br />Or a long breathless breath <br />Then death <br />It was not just the air <br />That breathed between you and me <br />There had been 'something special' <br />Here now remains a dear memory <br />That lives in motion <br />But will I ever come to know <br />What fine threads of emotion <br />That had always tied us <br />Together free. <br /> <br />May be one day <br />I can <br />I will <br />Tell me <br />Tell you <br />What has always been <br />A 'something special' <br />Between you and me <br />Today for now <br />Enough for me <br />I'm sure I know <br />Whatever it be <br />Very well I know <br />It was <br />It is <br />It has been <br />True!<br /><br />Eman Elbadawi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/something-special/
