Q&A

So now you think you've got some answers

Twelve weeks into our... friendship

after a dozen sleepovers

and sporadic backrubs;

between intimate conversations

and intimate dinners;

after anonymous notes

and silent tears behind your back

and now, these valentine's flowers

you seek answers through queries.

"Jonny, what do you want with me?"

And my answer, too, comes as a question:

"What are you, an idiot?"