Six-thirty yesterday, we held hands
And swayed to the melody of the evening breeze.
We whispered sweet nothings which meant everything
And giggled and chuckled to the beauty of our love.
Six-thirty yesterday, we promised
And made a pinky swear beneath the evening sun.
We would meet again, same place and time tomorrow
And skipped and hopped to our homes in excitement.
Six-thirty today, I stand waiting in hope
Although I heard the news of your passing in a crash.
We promised to meet again, we even swore to it
I’d stand here till you come to me, or I go to you
Six-thirty would then be our eternity.