You will never know how it feels like to fall in love, and wake up every morning next to the love of your life.
You will never know the anxiety of school exams.
You will never know that nervousness of a first working day.
You will never know how it feels like to have your teenage heart broken, by your first love.
You will never know how to hate.
I will never know why someone could be so evil and kill you cold blooded.
I will never know you personally
Yet I will never be able to forget you.
You are Lunek Milch, killed by cowards when you were age 3.
They buried you alive during a mass murder in your hometown of Tłuste in 1943.