The Shape Of Your Absence
Far beyond love or hate, beyond all feelings and reason, you’ve become a rhythm in my days Beyond pride, beyond logic, you’ve taken root in my heart Not through causes, nor circumstances, but through the quiet way you echo in my best poems Beyond minutes, hours, days, months, or years you are woven into my life. And I miss you in every way a soul can miss another Nothing feels quite the same in the vast silence your absence leaves behind.. Nidal Sati