#to timmy turner it must have felt like death

[amongsnot]

did you cry?

did you cry, little boy? (i do not remember.)

little boy, you are so young, do they understand that you love them so? (i do not remember.)

they call the ghost the ship of theseus, for he is a boy and not. (i hold your shoulders tight. bruising. was he? tell me what you know.) they do not understand that you hide in the corner little boy. for nobody knows what happens morrow. not even you. (your skin is bruised. why?)

you knew it was coming, didn't you little boy? (i do not remember) you knew your time was limited. it came like a hand; quick and painful. you know the feeling well, little boy. believe me. (do not ask how i know.) did you cry when the clock struck midnight, little boy? did you wake up, eyes-red, pillow-wet, with no idea as to why? oh, i pity the little boy. (do you remember?)