She was, of course, quite lovely, and it's
Okay if you call me shallow for my
Eagerness to get know that brown-eyed,
Dark-haired woman.  Books may be more
Than their covers, but the covers matter,
Don't they?  They'll lead you to choose
The book.  Her modest dress and nerdy
Glasses hooked me in a way that others'
More overtly fetching garments didn't.
Consequently, I did all I could to stay
Near her, to talk and tease, and, before
Long, she also often came to me.  We
Were not lovers, curse the luck, but we
Grew very close, and, then, one day,
She told me she'd be leaving.  We hugged
Once, and she was gone.  That happened
Several years ago.  I don't know why
I thought of her today, but I did.  Doubly
Sad, I understood that there's no chance
That she'll return, and, almost worse,
I realized I can't recall her name.