Poem - The dash

In a garden not far from home
lies a box
all alone
under stone.

On the stone is two dates and a dash.
Two dates, a dash, a box and a stone.
It makes you feel alone
when that far from home.

It's not about the stone,
the box,
the garden,
no.
It's the dash,
the only part of you.

So where will your dash go?
What could a dash do?
You could use your dash to run back home,
or dash away and stay alone.