By Beth Smilkstein
Manningham Trust Poetry Awards 2005
Division One Grades 6-8
First Place in the United States
And you know he didn’t mean it
And you know he didn’t mean it
It happened so fast
And you still can’t believe it
The car screeched
The metal tore
And you still can’t believe it
And you still can’t believe it
She’s not coming back
That road still smells of liquor
And you know he didn’t mean it
She’s not coming back
And that woman just keeps screaming
And that woman just keeps screaming
The glass lies out, silver on black
Silver like the tears
And she lived just next-door
Her hair sailed
And she lived just next-door
And she lived just next-door
She’s not coming back
The stop sign wasn’t red enough
And that woman just keeps screaming
She’s not coming back
And you know he didn’t mean it
And she lived just next-door
The car carries her from one death to another
There are no stop signs on her new road
And you still can’t believe it
And you still can’t believe it
She’s not coming back
You cry, the tears never reach the ground
Down she goes
And that woman keeps screaming
She’s not coming back
