Whispers Between the lines

 So near I hear your voice echo through the hollow chambers of my heart, gliding softly across the walls of my soul But I can’t touch you Can’t taste the silence curled behind your lips, can’t trap your scent between my fingers, can’t steal your breath with mine Can’t thread my hands through your hair You’re so close my thoughts move with yours without the need for eyes. So close, it becomes torment: to feel you everywhere but never in my arms I don’t ache from distance I ache from how near you almost are... 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  

 I hold onto hope That parallel worlds are not just a theory,   But truth written in the folds of time.   And somewhere out there,   In one of those unseen realms,   I kiss you when I please,   Hold you when my heart aches,   Watch you wear my shirt with the hush of morning    And slide my hands beneath its warmth Where skin meets breath   Not to claim,  But to feel   That in one universe, at least,   You are already mine. 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