A beautiful poem, The Scent …. by Violet
In 1977 in North Olmsted, Ohio a 17 year old girl, named Yvonne Regler went to work at a local gas station/convenience store on a sunny summer afternoon- and just disappeared. The money was still in the till. She left her purse behind. There were no signs of foul play…
Like a wisp of smoke
trailing from the wick
of an outed candle,
she disappeared silently..
Slipped, from the light
into the dark..
The scent
of the burning wax
remained in the air
(an acceptable amount of time-
as we tucked ourselves away
safely in our soft suburban beds)
and then, like she-
was gone- without a trace…
Yet
sometimes when I breath
the tender curl
of her waxen smoke
reappears
as if from nowhere..
It will fill the air,
then just as quickly-
once again, be gone..
A gentle reminder
of an ordinary girl
on an…
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Thanks again Reena. I really appreciate the interest.
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