When the sun was descending from the sky and towards the horizon. When the children cried when they left their friends and the moon didn't want to shine. When souls were lost and hearts broken. People missing and families chocking. Skies darkening and the ground was frost.
When your smile was the brightest that shon and all joy had shrivelled and gone. Was that you crossing the street, were people die and people meet. Was that you with the orange hair that let us know, you were there.