I remember, when I was very young, I would sometimes forget to breath.
Just an exhale and nothing further.
I worried that I might go to sleep and not wake up.
Similar to a concern that I might forget to place the gas cap back after fueling.
When I had a child, my breathing became steady.
An unconscious motivation that ensured a corresponding inhale with every exhale.
Now, I am older and my children are far away.
At times, when I exhale, there is comfort and calm.
A quiet that I could stay in with no desire for anything further.
Then I think of you.
And I inhale.