When They Said, "he's Gone..."

Six is to early a number Yet even seven is not appropriate A memory of Tiny toes Creeps Through my sorrowed mind Your laughter Once enlightening me Now depresses me Your picture frames Turned down A face hidden Forever Life is too short But what is there that’s longer? The heart that you relied So gravely on Stopped As did time When they said, “He’s gone…” A cue for a lifetime of lingering And linger I shall On and On and On and On Time is not there to tell the point of day But to count the time spent before death And time will never stop Or it would have known That six is too early a number