In the quiet hush of midnight’s veil,
A life was lost on North University’s trail,
Jasmine Lasalle, a soul so bright,
Crossed the street in gentle light.
A driver’s choice, a reckless pace,
Altered destiny in that fleeting space,
Hit and leave, the silence grew,
As grief and shock quietly withdrew.
The vehicle tracked, its trail revealed,
To Travis Guillot’s doorstep sealed,
A man of fifty-three, now caught in the storm,
His actions dark, his future torn.
He faced the breath, a fleeting test,
A moment’s lapse, a life suppressed,
Felony charges loom ahead,
A chapter closed, a heart now dead.
Investigators delve with cautious grace,
Eyewitness words, the scene’s embrace,
Damage on metal, clues intact,
Seeking truth in every fact.
Was distraction’s whisper near?
Or impairment’s shadow lurking here?
Questions swirl in the night’s cold air,
Unanswered still, a burden shared.
The case remains open, a wound unhealed,
As community’s sorrow is revealed,
For Jasmine’s smile, her gentle way,
Forever etched in hearts that pray.
Her absence leaves a hollow space,
A void no time can quite replace,
Loved ones mourn what might have been,
A future lost, a life unseen.
In memories, her spirit glows,
A radiant star that brightly shows,
The fragility of fleeting time,
A reminder in this solemn rhyme.
Her death, a call to heed the road,
To cherish life, to lighten load,
To hold each moment, cherish each breath,
In hope that such tragedies find their death.
May justice serve its sacred role,
And comfort mend a wounded soul,
For Jasmine’s light shall never fade,
In hearts and stories, forever made.
Let this be a silent plea,
To honor life, to walk more free,
To remember those we hold dear,
And tread with care, with love sincere.
In shadows cast by midnight’s hand,
We seek to understand, to stand,
In unity, in grief’s embrace,
For every soul deserves its grace.
So as the investigation unfolds anew,
Let compassion guide what’s true,
And in the wake of sorrow’s tide,
Find strength in love that does abide.
