Between the dates, a line so small,
A dash that whispers, but says it all.
Lifeâs essence captured, in a fleeting trace,
An unseen journey, in a silent space.
Moments we cherish, the highs and lows,
All held within, where the dash flows.
A story untold, in a single line,
Yet it holds the universe, yours and mine.
From birth to death, the dash remains,
Witness to joy, sorrows, and pains.
Itâs not the years, but how we live,
The love we share, the joy we give.
Embrace the dash, for it is life,
Beyond the dates, beyond the strife.
For in that line, our essence stays,
A timeless tale, in endless ways.