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

 If time could rewind its endless thread,   How many faces would you choose to forget?   How many roads, once taken in trust,   Would you leave unwalked, turning them to dust? How many echoes of choices made   Would you silence before they could invade?   How many storms would you dare not brave,   Just to carve a different life to save? For all that came and came to pass,   Has built the now this fragile glass.   And though you dream of starting anew,   This present self is born of you Nidal Sati

 I now bear the weight  Of all that hope my friends heard  In my voice when I first spoke about you.   And today, it's my heart that speaks to me with logic.   How heavy is the blow  Of disappointment  When it's your heart  Not your mind that reasons with you.   Some storms don’t come to disrupt life...   Some storms come to clear the path Nidal Sati