Your Absence Speaks In The Silence

Your absence is not quiet

It speaks in the silence

Between my thoughts.

It leans on my chest

Like a heavy coat I forgot to take off

When you walked away.

I carry you in the smallest ways

In the way I pause before a song ends,

In the ache behind a smile,

In the way I look at empty chairs

Like they might still hold your shape.

There is a softness to missing you,

But there’s weight too

The kind that makes air thicker,

Days longer,

Nights endless.

I still hear your laughter

Echo in places it never touched.

Your name

Has become the softest bruise on my tongue.

And though I’ve tried to let go,

There are parts of me

That still wait

For your return

In ways I can’t explain

To anyone but the moon.

Nidal Sati

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