[1992]
as i sit on this bench
three haphazard blocks
stare from my left.
amongst the weathered rock
and rusty metal
they are gleaming;
no flowers around them
and one knocked from its place.
the stencilled lettering
seems familiar at first
but soon reveals a story;
1992.
all three fading stones
show a life lost in this year.
and i wonder who they were,
and how they died,
and if they will ever
be forgotten.