Your Shadow on My Pillow

Last night,

You visited me again

Not in the way I used to hope

But quietly

Like a breeze slipping through a half-open window.

You didn’t speak

But your eyes told stories

My heart still remembers word for word.

You sat beside me,

Familiar and far,

As if the distance between us

Had forgotten how to measure itself.

I didn’t ask why you were there

I never do.

In dreams,

We love freely,

Without fear, without time,

Without the need to say goodbye

You smiled

Touched my hand

And for a moment

Everything that hurt during the day

Healed in your silence.

You left before the sun came

You always do.

But the memory of your shadow

Still lingers on my pillow.

And when I woke up

I missed you

As if we had truly met again.

Nidal Sati

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