I remember a time we were in my bed, laying there, almost falling asleep.
I can’t remember whose breathing was faster, or more shallow.
I’m on a plane now, paying attention to my every breath as we take off.
Recently I was on a medication that made my breath short, and also recently I’m attempting to improve my VO2 Max.
But even the simple act of breathing takes me back to you.
I wonder if I can ever escape this.