will you marry me … ?

he sits
staring at her
with unruly eyes
those words
parting his lips
 
she watches with dull enthusiasm,
they slip into the air
 
he seems appalled at her callousness
he expects her to be moved  
by such presumptuousness
his thoughts a steady stream of unfinished
business, in his own mind
 
he has given her every chance
to change her mind
to not even tell him the same
will be ok, for now
even suggesting  
she should come to her senses
 
she stares through his bullshit
and walks away...