The due date still lives in me even when it is gone from the calendar. There are tiny things I bought that feel louder than furniture. It is such a specific pain to have no public memory for someone private and permanent inside you. The body does not forget just because the paperwork was brief. I keep imagining milestones for someone who never got to have one. I keep imagining milestones for someone who never got to have one.
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