but I called – call – her Rudy
for no reason at all, but a bit of affection.
You see, I’ve only known her a short while,
but I’ve grown quite – and quietly – fond of her,
especially that laugh, which lays dormant
until it deems something said or done
worthy enough to let loose its wild audible ride.
However, I must let her go,
let her live with that lovely laugh without me,
because I am afraid to fall in love
with anyone after what has happened to me.
If time has lost its meaning,
then I have to hit hold, long and lasting,
and while she has loved and lost, too,
I don’t have the effort in my heart to get hurt again.
In the wide world, we meet people
for extremely brief bypassing moments,
and we choose who we let in to our weird little worlds,
so even if it is brief it can wonderful.
Last week, we hooked up,
and then she made me
the most marvelous cheese sandwich,
just cheese and bread,
but memorable.
I like when she smiles playfully,
and sticks her tongue between her teeth,
but that's that, folks.