Whispers Between the lines

 It’s time to move on, Leave the past behind, Old love is fading, New horizons to find. New journeys to start, New love awaits, Though my heart is broken, Hope never hesitates... This pain will fade, Just a shadow in time, A chapter closed, A brighter climb.. Nidal Sati

 Leaving silent, without a word, A quiet goodbye, so much unheard. Where feelings smolder, still they burn, In hearts that wait but never turn. No final words to ease the ache, Just echoes in a quiet wake. A parting cold, so deep, so still, Where wounds remain, yet time won’t heal. The silence screams what words can’t say, A shadow stretching through the day. Unspoken truths, like burning coal, Ignite the scars inside the soul. Yet in this silence, strong and wide, A hidden strength begins to bide. For healing starts where silence ends, And broken hearts begin to mend. Nidal Sati

 I walked the miles you wouldn’t tread, Carried love you left unsaid. Each step a hope, each pause a plea, You froze mid-step, lost in stale air. I stitched my silence into thread, While you spun lies instead of care. I held the weight, I bore the cost You called it love, I call it loss. You watched me burn and stayed composed, Turned every open door you closed. I gave you grace you didn’t earn, And waited long past my own turn. You never asked, you never stayed, Just watched the debt I slowly paid. And when I broke, you turned your face As if you’d never known the place. Now every mile I walked for you Feels poisoned, blackened, cracked in two. Not every path is paved with worth Some roads just rot back into earth. So keep your silence, keep your pride, I’ll keep the truths you tried to hide. A lesson scorched in brutal style: Not every mile is worth the mile... Nidal Sati

You drift through my thoughts like jasmine in warm wind soft, sudden, impossible to keep. I miss you more than silence admits, but what wounds me most is that you never believed it. This longing it wears me thin, pulling me between doubt and a love I can’t unfeel. I’ve questioned everything a hundred ways but not once have I doubted this ache that speaks your name. Nidal Sati