In the silence of a fleeting breath,
Lies a dash between life and death.
A whisper of moments, so brief,
Carved in stone, yet wrapped in grief.

Stories untold within the line,
Of laughter, tears, and time’s design.
A journey marked by a single trace,
Holding the essence of life’s embrace.

Through shadows cast by setting sun,
The dash speaks of battles won.
Memories linger in the fading light,
As day gives way to eternal night.

In that dash, we find our peace,
A bridge where earthly ties release.
Between the breaths of birth and end,
The dash marks where our spirits transcend.