The Dash

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Christian

Moving through a lonesome yard of stones

Each with a name finely engraved

Rarely a visitor, they’re all alone

Keeping each lives’ paths secretly paved



Reading the dates, under the names

Wondering what secrets are stashed

When in between the dates all that remains

Represents their lives as a dash



Cracks and crevices on the stones left to show

The age and mystery of the rock

Given a second thought, someone must have known

The secrets of these lives everyone forgot



For a time someone must have mourned

The loss of their dear loved one

A dedicated visitor with a heart so torn

Until the day that they, too, passed on



Now years have gone by, since someone last came

To visit these mystery-filled lots

To a passer-by, they’re just stones with a name

And a date with a dash we all forgot ~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Have you ever just walked around in a graveyard and read the headstones, driven wild with curiousity as to the life and death of the beholder?

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