I enter the cemetery & reach the last gravestone. 5 years ago. The girl i had almost fallen in love with. The girl I lost in war. I read a silent prayer and kept the flowers. I talk for hour with her & then begun walking out but stopped in my tracks as i look at a girl. I am hallucinating. She’s walking towards me, stops beside My grave. “how do you know her?” she asks. My heart stops. The voice, the face, the bracelet. I am not hallucinating, it’s her. It can’t be.