In empty rooms long forgotten,

tiny hands remember.

Silent screams with just one look,

and a mark is left forever.

Nameless souls who never existed

share secrets untold.

Lives that nobody knew,

yet belonged to the fold.

Their names don’t have a headstone,

Their stories fade like smoke.

Their faces are etched in my memory.

Memories of when we spoke.

With messages that only we knew,

and the pain that we shared.

Terror brought a common bond.

With lives that were not spared.