In the quiet space between birth and end,
Lies a simple line, a humble friend.
It marks the years of joy and strife,
The dash, a symbol of our life.
It holds the tales of love and loss,
Of paths we choose, the bridges crossed.
In every step, in every breath,
The dash speaks softly of our depth.
It’s not the dates that truly matter,
But how we live, the dreams we scatter.
The dash reveals our heart’s desire,
The passions that ignite our fire.
When time has come to say goodbye,
The dash remains, it doesn’t die.
A testament to all we’ve done,
Our legacy beneath the sun.