I don’t ever want to forget how this feels- you asleep against my chest, our hearts beating together. I lean down and nuzzle my cheek against your downy head over and over. It’s like a drug. I also don’t want to forget how this feels- to be so desperate for sleep I could cry. I keep trying to remember her words. She, recently grieving the loss of her adult son: They are never really ours, they just pass through us and we get to keep them for as long as they’re here.