We are the ones who are left,

the ones with hollow eyes

and cheeks caved in from

memories of smoke-filled rooms

and a future not quite ours.

The forgotten ones,

the unseen.

Dim echoes across the centuries,

harsh stone walls and

streaks of tears

not yet dry.

Windows left closed,

histories forgotten and

crumbled into dust.

But these ashes never died.

They lock us in the night, and

we break into the day.