Whispers Between the lines

 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

 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

How did you find a home in me   So gently, without a sound?   Why is it your name   That echoes softly through my blood   As if my heart was always yours? Why do I miss you   Like the moon misses the sun   Far apart, yet aching to meet?   Why does your absence   Wrap itself around my days   Like a cold wind I can’t escape? Your face lives in every sunset   And greets me with each sunrise   As though the heavens conspired   To keep you near. You walk through my dreams   Like a lover lost in time  Appearing on paths   That lead nowhere Yet feel like they once led to you. You are my secret song  My whispered prayer   My sweetest ache   And the warmth I carry   Even in your silence. Nidal Sati