Whispers Between the lines

 I hold onto hope That parallel worlds are not just a theory,   But truth written in the folds of time.   And somewhere out there,   In one of those unseen realms,   I kiss you when I please,   Hold you when my heart aches,   Watch you wear my shirt with the hush of morning    And slide my hands beneath its warmth Where skin meets breath   Not to claim,  But to feel   That in one universe, at least,   You are already mine. Nidal Sati

 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