The Graveyard

Can you hear the bells ringing?
Listen, listen carefully. Loud, shrilling bells.
They are getting louder, louder as we approach the graveyard. It’s so hard to see in the mist, can you see anything? I think we have reached the graveyard, we are standing outside it. The bell ringing has stopped. I’m afraid to go in, I know you are afraid too. But we have to do this.
It’s been so long since we last came here. I can see more graves now, can you? It grieves me to see so many new graves, death grieves me, and yet we are here today. I know it’s a long path but don’t worry we won’t get lost, I can recall everything like it was yesterday. 
Are you tired? I know it’s a pain, but if you insist, we will rest for a while. I think we should get going, enough of resting.
Keep on walking, we are almost there.
 I think I have found the tombstone. Nothing around it has changed, it’s the same as we left it, not even touched by a single dust particle.
They died too young, didn’t they? And you could have saved them, but you decided not to. You let them suffer and die. How could you do that?
Don’t consciences have a conscience? I pity you.
The words on the tombstone don’t appeal to me anymore, I have become rather indifferent. I know I buried them with my own hands. DON’T REMIND ME!!! All you do is make me feel guilty all the time. Is that your only job?
Don’t stop me! Let me cry today, I won’t listen to you. Crying is very relieving. But it won’t bring back what I have lost. 
You are right! I should stop crying. Only the weak shed tears. I think we should go now.
We will come back again, to mourn their death. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, maybe on our deathbed, but we will comeback. Till then, let my dreams rest in peace.