Like spring in a barren land
How did you settle in my soul
So silently, yet so deeply?
Why is it you of all the world
Who walks my veins without permission,
Without a sound?
Why does longing bloom for you
Like spring in a barren land?
Why does your absence
Carve wide, aching spaces in my days
Rooms where only your silence lives?
Your face...
It clings to every sunset,
Rises with the sun at dawn.
You are stitched into the light
And the darkness alike.
Why do you haunt my dreams
Like a familiar echo on roads
That lead to nowhere
Yet feel like home?
You,
My uninvited guest,
My constant companion,
My sweetest ache....
Nidal Sati
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