A young lady, down on 347<\/p>\n
somewhere between Millville and heaven<\/p>\n
past the graveyard in the woods<\/p>\n
a bend in the road, she sometimes stood<\/p>\n
dressed in prom garb, waiting still<\/p>\n
for her boyfriend, whom car crash killed<\/p>\n
he went above, she stayed below<\/p>\n
hoping for the car that slowed<\/p>\n
to escort her to a party near<\/p>\n
a tuxedoed gentleman appeared<\/p>\n
walked toward her billowing shroud<\/p>\n
gasped, not understanding this young girl<\/p>\n
realizing her unearthly pall<\/p>\n
this time, she did not disappear<\/p>\n
or legend says, caused rumors here<\/p>\n
in hopes to kiss her ghostly beau<\/p>\n
but none appeared, or joined her so<\/p>\n
and now, she reached his trembling space<\/p>\n
he did not pull away, the lace<\/p>\n
then saw the bright glow on her face<\/p>\n
he did not hear the blaring horn<\/p>\n
that joined this couple to the prom.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
– Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022<\/p>\n
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