I pushed the end button placed on my phone,
The screen went black and I looked up at you,
One tear escaped me that was preened lone,
I needed calm courage to plunder through,

That was the night I made a grown man devolve,
My words struck him in the soul as I saw,
How a silent string of talk can’t be solved,
And the news of his loss made us all bawl,

Numbers of souls gathered who had got word,
How the boy too young to love died too soon,
I’d shake hands with the next friend of the herd,
And your eyes looked lost like sand in a dune,

Sorry to be the one who bared bad news,
I, too think that his death left a black bruise.