Your Shadow on My Pillow
Last night, You visited me again Not in the way I used to hope But quietly Like a breeze slipping through a half-open window. You didn’t speak But your eyes told stories My heart still remembers word for word. You sat beside me, Familiar and far, As if the distance between us Had forgotten how to measure itself. I didn’t ask why you were there I never do. In dreams, We love freely, Without fear, without time, Without the need to say goodbye You smiled Touched my hand And for a moment Everything that hurt during the day Healed in your silence. You left before the sun came You always do. But the memory of your shadow Still lingers on my pillow. And when I woke up I missed you As if we had truly met again. Nidal Sati