The following morn I was awoken

To find our bond forever broken

6:14 your heart stopped cold

Made weeping children of even the bold

Picture by picture, frame by frame

I cried in agony but death held claim

Over your life, and I screamed in dismay

"It just can't be your final day"

But realization dawned, slowly at first

Crying was pointless, but denial was worse

I could act as a child and pretend you weren't gone

But at 6:14, you died on that lawn

Then I saw the picture, the smashed twisted tomb

And a sickening silence fell over my room

I almost fell ill, I could not speak

I had just laughed with you the very same week

Yet there it was, clear on the screen

6:14, she died at the scene

Now emptiness haunts me yet I'm never alone

I feel you around me, all the way to the bone

And though I'm cold, your love makes me warm

I know you'll take me through the eye of the storm

Though I know your voice will haunt me at night

I can count on your memory to hold me tight

My guardian angel now flies high above

Showering me with her praise and love

And I miss her more than she could know

But I trust that never again will she go.

Death isn't easy, but I'll come to grips

When she puts her finger to my lips

So my gaze will be calm at the clock on the screen

Even when it reads 6:14.