Requiem

Christmas Eve. A cemetery. We light the lights. We visit someone, young or old, a loved one. »A long life turns into a short moment«. I have only one wish. That openness had been part of our relationship. That the feeling of remorse could vanish. Who can forgive us when the victim has gone forever. Perhaps the innocent child? Perhaps even the child has its secret! And with the years, the children grow up, they say.