You danced on the street—
thought I didn’t see.
But I was there,
hiding quietly
under the tree.

You don’t believe it,
but I caught it all—
the moment he knelt,
the ring,
your pause,
your gentle fall.

You turned him down.
I don’t know why,
but I feared the ending
that might follow the sky.

Seven years slipped like breeze through leaves—
and yet,
you still dance
on those same old streets.

Just something’s changed...
Now,
you’re holding my hand.