What's In A Name? Poem by Cat Singh

I told a girl on Tinder
that she should give a name
to the bowling ball
she took out of a dumpster,

and then I left her on read
and never spoke to her again.

She asked me what kind of name
you might give to a bowling ball,
and I guess I just didn't know.

Probably something with an O:
Oscar, Oleander, Ollie maybe.
Or you could give it a title
rather than a name:
The Orb of Darkness
or The Ball of Petulant Weight.

I'd really like a girl to love me someday.
That would be nice.

But what is love anyway?
Other than a spark of a moment?
Other than some pictures on a profile
and a poem about a bowling ball?
What is love really?

Other than a person
you never speak to
again?