The way your soul fit in mine

I don’t believe we met by chance

Felt like a story i had read

In dreams too ancient to name.

I’ve loved you before

In lives where we spoke without words,

Where we found each other

By scent, by sound, by the ache of longing

Carved into the stars.

In another life,

You were the flame and I, the moth

I danced into your fire

Knowing I would burn

Just to feel the warmth of you.

In another,

You were a wanderer and I, the song

You followed through forgotten cities

Always searching, always near,

But never staying.

Even in this life,

Where time pulled us in different directions,

My soul still leaned toward you

Like flowers turning to light.

I do not grieve only for your absence,

But for every version of us

That never had the chance to be.

So if you feel me in quiet moments,

If you hear a whisper when no one is there

It’s just another echo

Of a love

That has never once forgotten you...

Nidal Sati

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