The Angels were Calling

The angels were calling,
their trumpets were blown;
and you went on quietly,
not even a moan.
The earth, it rumbled.
Stars fell from the sky;
But people continued
to walk on by.

I knew it had happened,
my heart broke in two,
As the clouds overhead
blacked out my view.
The phone it did shiver,
as it rang in my ears.
A familiar voice
confirmed my fears.

As the dogs ran out howling,
a tear from my cheek
did fall down so slowly,
a puddle at my feet.
In silence I cried out,
a heap on the floor.
I wanted to touch you,
but you were no more.