Silence.   Like a high-arced shot at the buzzer.  Big city sirens   are drowned out by the suburbs.    I could tear out the stick shift   that keeps us apart, keeps our hands away,  and praise God for storm clouds   setting the mood in the month of May.     “Wait here for me,” she said   with a smile reserved for funerals.  “I do the best I can,” I replied   and tried and failed as usual.     Silence was never awkward with you  until we started to talk.  Red roses and diamond rings  could never take my savior’s love.    When your forty hours this week are through,  and there’s no one to drive you home.   And June’s skies are clear and blue  will we still be alone?    “Here comes the good part,”   she said as she laughed, “Read on as you may.”  With all the trouble I’ve had this week,   perseverance is all I’ve gained.     I could run away today