not even listening

"Pizza Parlor"
By: Kristen Norsworthy

water droplets hit the window
as we sink into our chairs
the table has checkered placemats
and one single flower in the middle
my hair is soaked
i told you i wasn't picky
so we headed out
to a pizza parlor
i watch people bustle past
clutching their umbrellas tightly
the wind takes way
and hair is billowing in the gusts
you're just talking away
and i'm not even listening
i hear something about your class
and how you almost got hit by a car
i'm still not listening
the wine i'm drinking is making my head fuzzy
and the warmth has my cheeks pink
i'm still not listening
couples are leaning towards each other
wishing each other happy valentine's day
i hear a creek of some sort
and i turn to you
"will you marry me," you shakingly ask
i'm finally listening
it takes all my will not to cry
in the middle of this run down pizza parlor
that i knew you would take me to
i just didn't care
"yes," i whisper.

really have nothing to say about this. i like it though. i made her like me. even though it was valentine's day...i don't mind going somewhere cheap! and neither did she. even though she wasn't listening to him, she still loves him. she was just enjoying her surroundings.