Whispers Between the lines

Between us,   a kiss hangs in the air  weightless, unfinished,   tormenting me   each time you cross my mind.   My lips remember   a taste they’ve never touched,   your mouth  a flame etched into my thoughts,   a shape I trace in dreams,   soft as a question   left unanswered.   Will you leave, my love,   without tasting what haunts us both?   Will you surrender a war   we never dared to begin just to avoid the burn   of a kiss we were meant to lose ourselves in? 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