Mel reminded me of a couple I had written many, many years ago... I like her writing (and words) better - but still wanted to share these :)
The shock
my heart fell
The news
Repeated twice
The shock
His face
The image in my mind
I could still see
His face
It was his ghost
My memory
...
...
In the afternoon sun
On this warm summer’s day
My heart and my mind
Both frozen on the moment
Frozen on the instant I heard
Frozen in disbelief
Frozen at the fact that I was
That he wasn’t
That I was here to bear witness
To watch him lowered
To feel my soul follow.