On a Graveyard Walk

It does not matter that

We did not know you,

Your name eroded

Above this graveyard plot

Your place not by history named

Nor connected

To some great events

That otherwise would

 Note your part.

For this fissured stone

Would be our lives

Except by your passing

Through the past

From which we’ve come

To play our part.

Your tiny cracks

Of missing presence

Would make us all

A little less.

With you

From all that was

We’re adding now

Our own forever

For the rest.