Absent

Little boy in the box
Why are your hands so cold
Frozen in time so young
Feel his hands, the temperature of his bones

Told he'd never be forgotten
Lied to his face they did
Do you remember his name
He was such a quiet kid

One less body in the room
Says more than him being there at all
He's skipping, he's sick
They were all dead wrong

No words were said that day
Of the little boy in the box
Not even his name
They seemed to have all forgot