In the quiet space between two marks,
Lies the story of a wandering heart,
A whispered tale of dreams and sparks,
Where every soul plays its part.

The dash holds laughter, tears, and strife,
Moments fleeting, yet forever bright,
A dance of shadows, the essence of life,
In the soft embrace of day and night.

Through seasons changing, it unfolds,
A tapestry woven with care and grace,
In every line, a story told,
Of journeys taken, and paths we trace.

When the final chapter comes to close,
The dash remains, a symbol of all,
A testament to the life we chose,
Echoing softly, a timeless call.