With every salty drop that failed to hang on, he kissed him once

With every shake of his body, he tightened his embracing arms

With every sob escaping, he patted a little more

Because with each strangled weep that seeped from between the other’s lungs, he felt even more despicable

Very disgusting he thinks he is alien to feelings

Oh so heartless, he could not understand the reason why the one between his arms is not raising his face from his dampening gray shirt

He wonders if not feeling sad or happy about this is normal