To End the Fight
We argued, we fought, you simply pulled away.
Jaw set, tight lipped, nothing more to say.
We walked in silence through the market, a couple on the ledge,
I try to apologize, admit my wrongs, and pull us from the edge.
Cold shoulder, no reply, your eyes turned away in scorn,
A few rows down, I spot salvation, an idea within me born.
I leave your side to grab my prize, as clever as a fox.
A trinket; a bauble to catch your eye, redemption in a box.
Victory in hand, I return to you, seeking through the crowd,
I spot your coat, your cloche hat, and return to you so proud.
On one knee, theatrically, I loudly profess my love,
It's not marriage I seek, but forgiveness, looming from above.
I make a scene, comically, loud for all to hear.
I grovel at your feet, admit my faults, in a voice so loud and clear.
You quickly pull your hand away, but I hold fast and beg,
Scream my devotion, beg for mercy, clinging to your leg.
Laughter erupts, confusion whispers, the crowd is quite enrapt,
You have no choice, you must forgive, amidst this witnessed trap.
I beg and plead, I ham it up, your hand I repeatedly kiss,
My penitent lips press your wrinkled skin...wait, something is amiss.
I squint my eyes, up at you, silhouetted by the sun,
And realize that while your coat and hat remain the same, you are not the one.
I search the crowd, confusion grows and then I see your face,
Where moments ago anger dwelled, humor has found its place.
I quickly stand, release her hand, setting the knickknack upon a nearby table,
I loved you once, but I think we're done; …I just proposed to Mabel.