Our eyes met on the crowded train and we were changed forever. I was captivated by her smile; she thought my small talk clever. Our conveyance bucked and rolled through that cold, dark night. We were locked inside a cattle car; no scenery in sight.
We quickly learned each other’s names and fell in love I fear. We knew we shared a common faith; the thing that brought us here. We could not know her time was short. We would not be together. We spoke of our future, hopefully, and swore we’d love forever.
I have kept that promise, all these years, since she was torn from me. She died the day we entered here, where “Arbeit Macht Frei .” I recall the day the Russians came; our German guards had fled. That precious day salvation came for the living and the dead. I looked out over the little lake where they’d dumped the Jews’ cremains, and felt my face wet with bitter tears as I whispered your sweet name.
A short poem written to commemorate the 75th anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz camp. The world must not develop amnesia.