The font in the back.
The low lights around.
and the all too familiar sound
of the voice of my lover.

a scratched up ring
empty pockets
dainty memories
and a future to be

I asked in the middle of Chili's  
i asked will you marry me
you were afraid id draw attention
you thought it was a joke

you realized a joke would have been a different tone
you wouldn't let my hand go
you said yes