daybreak it is 3am the rattle of your breath is impermanent alone in my solace i have not slept the city unquiets beyond unfurling the midnight symphony of waves sea lion calls the clink of a shopping cart’s crooked wheels against the uneven sidewalk and you sleep but maybe do not dream at all my apartment is too small for the both of us it would be unfair to ask you to marry me now the weight of the ring in my pocket infinitely compounds as does the question i will burst there is a chapel with a garden just down the street and you stir, moving to face me those bleary blue eyes beckon me to sleep and the question evaporates on my lips knowing it will not see the light of morning
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