He said:
The dead don't know they are dead,
Just as we, the living, don't know we are alive.
No, I whispered.
My sadness is alive.
It never forgot how to bleed.
Title;
For me
Wars are a dead village, looted memories.
All that's left
Is a toy of a child in a corner of the day.
There is no life that follows.

Background: a survivor from a village that was burned.