Where You Began In Me
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