Special
By
Nathan Caleb Camerer
You are not special
Not yet
I just met you
I hardly know you
Don’t mistake my
generosity for anything other than what it is
You’re just a pretty
face at this point
You are not special
Not yet
Sex is not love
A kiss is not a
contract
I am not planning our
wedding
I am not naming our
unborn children
You are not special
Not yet
A cup of coffee
An adult beverage
Dinner and a movie
Steps on the long
path to special
You are not special
Not yet
Good conversation
Patience
Months have passed
since that first day of chocolate milk and high fives
Moving forward
Becoming something
special
More than just a
pretty face
A voice that graces
my ear more than once or twice a week
The occasional three
fold Utopian dream in the morning
A regular companion
for nights out and about
Moving forward
Becoming something
special
Public displays of
affection
Just to let people
know who you’re with
Labels are giving
Trips are taken
Moving forward
You are special
The little things are
given and received
Little pats on the
butt in passing
Little kisses, just
because
Nice and slow
afternoon delights
Moving forward
You are special
The little things
mark the time between the big things
Birthdays, holidays
and anniversaries that are not forgotten
Constant contact
The future becomes a
topic of discussion
Suddenly stuck, but
still special
Obstacles never
conceived
Unknown differences
of opinion
Shouting for no
reason
Unimagined changes in
personality
Moving backwards
Losing that special
feeling
Nights spent in a King
size bed
Plenty of room for
good sex
Plenty of room for
the distance between us to grow
Taking longer and
longer to get home at the end of the day
Moving backwards
Losing that special
feeling
Hardly touching
Actions performed out
of habit
Affection has left
the building
Conversations had out
of necessity instead of desire
You are not special
Not anymore
Separate paths taken
Separate lives being
lived
Love found in the
eyes of another
A new chapter being
written
You are not special
Not anymore
