Sleeping on Route 110

by Carl Santoro

They really had no clue

of the impact their deaths

would have on either

the drivers or their parents.

Sleeping on Route 110

in the deep dark of

a 2 a.m. atmosphere

afforded their two bodies

no chance of being seen.

Charlie rested his beer bottle

 next to him, upright,

 ready and available

for another slug.

Karla lay across his chest,

her head taking in the sound

of his beating heart, possible

because all traffic had seemed

to stop somewhere, adding to the

eerie stillness.

She looked up

into his closed eyes.

"Charlie, are we gonna

be safe here?"

He mumbled without opening

his eyes,

"Just go to sleep. Stay fearless. I love you."

"I'm so tired Charlie."