You’re huddled in a purple zip-up turtleneck
Seated, I admire from across the brick walk
Golden leaves float past your mittened hands
The cold of night slowly creeping in

Streetlights begin to fade in as the sun fades out
You laugh and talk at the table with your friend
Your glances give me fleeting moments of courage
Yet I remain seated, too nervous to approach

My heart trying desperately to overcome the brain
I’m in a fight with myself and it’s your fault
Slowly I stand and head in your direction
Knowing I will regret not speaking my mind

Your eyes draw me closer as my heart races
Struggling with what to say I open my mouth
And for once I wish it would be acceptable
To say honestly, “Will you marry me?”