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