My Soul, My Skin.

If I knew that, That was the last ray, Of Sunlight I would see, I would've looked at it more. Even if my eyes burned, And felt like they were dipped in lime. If I knew that, That was the last time, I'd see it rain, I would've run back, Into the throng. I wouldn't care, If I got sick, 'Cause that would be the last time, too. If I knew that, That was the last time I, Would see you, I would've held you more. And now, I search for your imprints, All over my body, Every hug, every joke, every smile. You're not gone, But you're not here. And I can't help but feel the ache, Of not being able to hold you again. If I knew that, That was the last time, That I would eat there, I would've spent time focusing on my plate, Rather than the next thing. 'Cause it was all about that. That life is all about wanting to know what's next. If I knew that, That was the last time, I'd walk there, On the pavement, with the streetlights, bustling food stops, pretty things in shops, As darkness engulfs, It only becomes more beautiful. With all the beautiful lights. You lit up my world, my heart and my soul with that light. I keep on hoping you shine bright. 'Cause I can't imagine you dimming, Your dimness reflects in me. If I knew that, That would be the last, Breath I take there, I'd have closed my eyes, Breathed deeper, relished in the scent of, Cleaning detergent, fresh food, hope, abundance, sand, salt-filled breeze of the Corniche, joy, peace, tolerance, equality, unconditional love, opportunity, kahwa, the metallic of the fills, the call of the seagull, the bob of the pigeons' heads, the sweet ah-teh at the flower shop, paneer simmering, shawarma whirls being grilled, the perfectly-cut bushes swaying in the wind, the jollof rice at home, the E-Junior blasting on the TV, the azaan calming the city of its speed only for it to spring back to continuum again, the khubz, the garlic paste, hummus, fries, kebab, shish tawook and rice, camels, pearls, boats, and heritage, culture, sky towers, ethereal highways and high fireworks. And I could only ever smell, Since my eyes and ears were forever glued, To the screen. The feeling that this would be my forever, Surety and ungratefulness made me forget to cherish what I had. Among the chaos and possible helplessness, We will always spring back. Our schools, colleges, hospitals and businesses, Will always stand tall, As our beacon of hope. See, Breathe, Smile, Work, Hug them, Go out with them, And see the sunset, 'Cause you may never know, When it's the last. 'Cause the last isn't slow, But like a crashing wave, That sweeps up and takes you away, But the breathlessness hits only a while later. And your new shore, It may not necessarily feel like home, But a feverish nightmare of an unhome.