Any Other Fool Wouldn't Be You

Lunch time
During eight grade

And we sat
Face to face
Lunch trays between us

It was then that I realized
I hated the way you laughed

The high pitched squeal
Too loud
Too long.

Twelve years later
I still feel the same

But I understand now
Soul Mates
Do it this way
Reaching over
And under
In spite of
And because

Always
Laughing back

Regardless

I love you