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.

JMU

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2 thoughts on “

  1. you put to words what i’ve been pondering & holding so tightly to, white knuckles. i have such a hard time holding lightly to the things of this earth. they are not really ours.

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