In the space between the first breath and last,
Lies a journey of moments, fleeting yet vast.
A simple line, a dash, marks the endless quest,
Of dreams pursued and memories caressed.

With each sunrise, a promise unfolds,
Whispers of stories waiting to be told.
Footsteps echo on paths unknown,
In the dash, we find a life wholly grown.

The laughter shared, the tears gently shed,
The quiet nights and words unsaid.
In the silence of time’s gentle embrace,
The dash holds a life’s intricate lace.

As the dusk draws near, shadows blend,
The dash remains, a timeless friend.
In its brevity, eternity’s song,
The dash is where we all belong.