The Wall

Pregnancy loss is grief with nowhere obvious to place flowers. I still count months the way I counted them before everything stopped. There are tiny things I bought that feel louder than furniture. I do not know where to put love when there is no first birthday to aim at. Everyone wanted to reassure me about later and I was only grieving this one life. It is such a specific pain to have no public memory for someone private and permanent inside you. I keep imagining milestones for someone who never got to have one. I keep imagining milestones for someone who never got to have one.