It was 11:14 in the evening and I was all alone in the darkness of my room. My little world was about to unfold into a lazy slumber and the Dubai skyline caught my attention. There are no stars in this part of the world. Barely nothing; only a hazy smoke-like oblivion which is a reminder of a sad after thought. Few lifetimes back, the Mosque gave its slow cry of prayers. Shuffles of bearded men in their flowing garbs, clutching their beads about to surrender in their earthly immortality and to commune with their beliefs.
It is in this moment of silence and weakness that I allow myself to think of you. You are my best kept secret, something I had wrapped in my little world; someone I had kept in an ornate box in the library of my memories where I could tip toe in the middle of the night and admire the sheer perfection of what we had once. You came out of nowhere and I like to believe that you are once a dark Machiavelli noble man trapped in this era of bygones and ambiguity, just a passing memory of someone who will never stay. Like the flash of your arrival your departure was also gone in a fraction of a second, causing a slow intake of breath from my part, a sigh on my lips and a wisp of gentle wind that caressess my hair locks. I missed enhaling your scent, the sound of your accent and how you eloquently expressed your desires as you carved my body with your fingers, exploring each and every inch, circling, kneading, feathery touches. But most of all, I miss the rendezvous at midnight hour, the dark conversations coupled with wordless sonatas, of my hands locked in yours, our fingers entwined in perfection. I miss the silence of togetherness, of you kissing my forehead and me hearing your rapid heartbeat as I lay my head in your chest. What we had is so achingly beautiful I had a knot in my throat and butterflies in my stomach.
Yet; there is no lingering hope that you and I might consider of giving chance another thought, another clean slate and erase all th searing words that we once said to each other to appeased our souls. Afterall, you are just a mere afterthought and I am just a passing glance. Maybe someone you knew once. And you are just the passing memory that keeps me sometimes awake in the darkness of day break.
