she was a comma,

and he was a period.

his life was ending,

while her time was myriad.

yet they came together,

refusing to give into defeat.

and they became a semicolon,

an eternal heartbeat.

their sentences should have ended,

yet the ink ran on.

where their voices should have stopped,

they turned instead into song.

so let this be a sign,

to all the fading warriors.

may you be a comma or a period,

your stories are not over.

dedicated to those who struggle every day, yet continue to fight.