velour.

i watched a proposal a few days ago-

you could see it coming a few miles away.

there was one rose on the table

she excused herself to use the bathroom
-(she probably was getting herself ready
she had to expect it.)
i could see it run through him - even with the dim lighting in the way
embers where his cheeks were a few minutes ago

he fumbles in his big corduroy jacket
for that little felt box he had poured his savings
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into


and when she came back out, she began to arrange her
napkin on her lap clumsily
he took this moment to get down
on one knee of course

and when she asked

she hesitated.
it scared me.
he got his yes but it scared the shit out of me.

and the ring tarnished just that little bit.