Yesterday it was simply
A busy footpath
Over which passed hopes
Dreams and both kinds of love
(Requited and unrequited)
Today it is the scene
Of a ‘tragic accident’
Where a ‘young life’
Was ‘brutally cut short’
(As though old lives can’t be)
A Rorschach stain
Marks the location
Where it will slowly fade
With each passing footstep
(And yesterday’s news)
Life is life regardless
All with one commonality
The surety it will end
Either with a bang or whimper
(But never like we expect)