I walked to the cemetery today.

I sat on a bench that was placed in a little grove of headstones.

I looked around at the birth and death dates

thinking about these people and the lives they once lived.

Many of the people had died several years ago,

I wondered if people still came to remember them?

Or are their visitors people like me,

who only know them by their name and the years they were born and died?

To know someone doesn't always mean what you might think it does.