english journal 8 (1/08) the gunnery washington, connecticut

"They stood in the middle..."They stood in the middle of the roadStaring at each other,Not blinking, not a sound.The city screams were silencedBy the words neither would speak.The bright lights of Broadway dimmedBy confusion, by regret.He twitched.She twitched.The stillness was broken and the sounds, the lights came flooding back.He walked.She followed.Inside a dark, cold room he stopped.Silence.She stared at him.He spoke - “I love you”“But I don’t love you” she whispered.He looked at herShe couldn’t break his gaze.She wanted to run out into the night,But you can’t run out into the night at 9 o’clock in the morning,Can you…Looking away she ran for the door,Out, across the street without so much as a glance behind.He followed her.Tires screeched and the last three years flashed by.Silence was upon them.Looking back her heart stopped,Time stopped...Georgia BuckleyEnglish Journal 8 (January 2008) 54