Whispers Between the lines

 Far beyond love or hate,   beyond all feelings and reason,   you’ve become a rhythm in my days  Beyond pride, beyond logic,   you’ve taken root in my heart Not through causes, nor circumstances,   but through the quiet way you echo   in my best poems Beyond minutes, hours,   days, months, or years you are woven into my life.   And I miss you in every way   a soul can miss another Nothing feels quite the same   in the vast silence   your absence leaves behind.. 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  

 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

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