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"In loving memory of Josiah Pieterson..."
It seems
so long ago.
My doomed
love,
my doomed
lover.
It was beautiful
while it
lasted.
But,
like most things
with age,
my love
turned to
dust.
The ashes
of something
that once
existed,
but no
longer,
were
scattered
on the
wind.
The ashes
of my
doomed lover
were scattered
the same.
I still remember
the night,
the heartbreaking
night.
Who?
Who,
under cover
of blackest night,
that night that
conceals
so many
unsolved
crimes,
who shot?
Who held
the gun?
Who killed
my doomed
lover?
The ghost
of that night,
that heartbreaking
night
will haunt me
forever.
Josiah,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry
forever.
I still remember,
I don't want to remember,
I'll always remember
my doomed
love.
Josiah.
--Olivia Asta
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