In the quiet space between the years,
Lies the dash that tells our tale,
A story written in moments small,
Whispered secrets the heart unveils.

It’s not the dates that count the most,
But the life we breathe in between,
The laughter shared, the tears we shed,
The dreams we dared to dream.

Each step we take, a mark we leave,
On paths we carve with tender might,
The dash is fleeting, yet it holds,
The essence of our light.

So cherish every fleeting day,
For in the end, it’s clear to see,
The dash defines our legacy,
The heartbeat of our journey.