Anyway,
 
 I’d be speechless if he asked.
 
 I Must Have Moaned
 
 Hey.
 
 He popped above the
 
 stairs suddenly, a
 
 wild-eyed Jack-in-the-box,
 
 anticipating the
 
 pay-off crank.
 
 Oh, it’s you.
 
 Like he knew me,
 
 knew I had no life,
 
 suspected I’d come
 
 spying, set up the game
 
 just for me.
 
 I waited for you.
 
 I coughed a hello,
 
 stamping sweaty
 
 palm prints into not-so
 
 wrinkle-free jeans.
 
 Could he read minds?
 
 I know what you’re thinking.
 
 Smile. Nod. Say
 
 something witty
 
 before he finds
 
 out what an incredible
 
 geek you are.
 
 That you’re too good for me.
 
 He topped the staircase,
 
 slinked closer, golden