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I came across a torn newspaper clipping

Stashed away in my nightstand drawer.

It chronicled the death of a couple

That occurred nearly two months ago.

As I read the print, I watched as my

Tears fell staining and blurring the ink.



I recalled all too well the commencement

Of their short-lived, ill-fated love affair.

They both were once so full of vitality,

Such promise and hope for a joyful future.

But now they are just pale corpses with

Only a pile of dirt to look forward to.



I remember the funeral where they lay

In a silk-lined coffin designed for two

And still they held each other’s hand.

A look of peace displayed on their faces

Because, unlike the others filing past,

They knew this fate was foreordained.



They knew since that dreadful night

That this one careless error in judgment

Would result in their untimely demise.

But I know, in the afterlife, their spirits

Will coexist in some context, not the

Same as before, but still as memorable.