WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:02.340 align:middle line:90% 00:00:02.340 --> 00:00:04.065 align:middle line:84% It's a very short poem called "Bedtime." 00:00:04.065 --> 00:00:08.410 align:middle line:90% 00:00:08.410 --> 00:00:11.710 align:middle line:84% My mother saying she might not always 00:00:11.710 --> 00:00:15.190 align:middle line:90% be around, and the tears. 00:00:15.190 --> 00:00:20.500 align:middle line:84% Her slurred words, the voice of my father from the other room. 00:00:20.500 --> 00:00:25.510 align:middle line:84% His pity, the dream of her death by her own hand. 00:00:25.510 --> 00:00:31.590 align:middle line:84% The crack of light under the door, the pills I made for her. 00:00:31.590 --> 00:00:33.000 align:middle line:90%