Whispers Between the lines

 Longing for you arrives   Uninvited,   Without reason,   Without mercy.   Memories bloom like wildflowers   Your face,   Your voice,   The echoes Of where we once sat.   My soul drifts   To every place  Your presence touched. Nidal Sati

 Close the curtains on conversations when the silence between replies could stretch into the length of a movie... Don’t reach for those who need a reason to reach for you. Stay with the ones who invent excuses just to whisper your name even if their words are fleeting, fragile, small , or shallow.. Because real care hides in quiet gestures, in perfect timing, in the reaching, in the gentle insistence of trying. Someone’s effort is the truest mirror of how deeply you matter... 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

 One day, I will write a novel   About how the universe pressed time and space   Just so I could hold you Not in passing,   But in that slow, silent kind of embrace   Where souls melt and breath forgets its rhythm. I’ll write of how your arms   Wrapped around me like a prayer,   Of how my body learned your shape   By instinct, not memory.   A hug But more than that A merging,   A pause in the world,   Where only warmth and want remained. In that moment,   The stars didn’t shine They listened. Nidal Sati