He was concentrating on his breathing
While the last beat of his heart was fading away
He was still there dived into his desire.
A breath, a memory of her smell.
Powerful sensation straight into his senses
where the little details of his life were exploding in a myriad of regrets
She was crying on her knees right after another disappointment,
Ruminating on her solitude
She wasn’t there, standing under the storm, alone.
Seated on the sidewalk along the road to her desparation
Weak sensations straight into her senses
Where the regrets of her dying desires were imploding into her delusion