He brings me three roses
in a small yellow vase
and he says, I hear women forgive
a lot if you bring them flowers.
You are a unique,
you challenge me, and
I’m so glad I found you.
He says I want to spend
the rest of my life with you
and I want to hear that from you
before I invest anymore into this.
I look him in the eye
and the last 5 years fast forward
on the screen between us.
I remember more than he does.
His gaze moves off and
he says Obviously I'm not going
to like what you have to say.
I am silent, rubbing my nose
with the unscented longstems.
His alcohol droopy eyes
attempt another focus, his balance
shift tilts a little too far and
I try to remember where I left my keys.
I really do not want to do this now,
I really do not and thankfully, this time,
he believes my praise of the roses, is hungry
enough to be distracted by dinner,
and after, passes out in his chair.