Whispers Between the lines

 So near I hear your voice echo through the hollow chambers of my heart, gliding softly across the walls of my soul But I can’t touch you Can’t taste the silence curled behind your lips, can’t trap your scent between my fingers, can’t steal your breath with mine Can’t thread my hands through your hair You’re so close my thoughts move with yours without the need for eyes. So close, it becomes torment: to feel you everywhere but never in my arms I don’t ache from distance I ache from how near you almost are... 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

 And then I realized… that the soul is made of two halves   It can never be complete without its missing part But how do you know   That your soul has found its other half? You’ll know it  unquestionably  When your soul becomes whole,   You will feel yourself   Existing in two places at once. You’ll feel a space in your heart   That was once empty   Now gently, quietly full. You’ll feel the warmth of the sun   Being shared    without doubt With someone else,   No matter the distance between you. And in their absence,   You’ll feel the universe   Lose its meaning entirely. That emptiness…   is the ache of a soul   Drifting away   From its other half... Nidal Sati