Where You Began In Me
One day, I will write a novel
About how the universe pressed time and space
Just so I could hold you
Not in passing,
But in that slow, silent kind of embrace
Where souls melt and breath forgets its rhythm.
I’ll write of how your arms
Wrapped around me like a prayer,
Of how my body learned your shape
By instinct, not memory.
A hug
But more than that
A merging,
A pause in the world,
Where only warmth and want remained.
In that moment,
The stars didn’t shine
They listened.
Nidal Sati
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