clueless

a red rose,
now turned
brown,
between
the pages
of the
history book,
that was
presented
to my by
the crazy nut
i liked
so much,
which
i spied upon
only today,
after a
decade of
it becoming
a herbarium,
suddenly
made me
realize that,
perhaps,
his love odes
for me
were true
beyond clue....

oh dear god,
why hadn't
i given him
a thought,
and why
did he think
i knew....