A tiny flickering spot, a darkened hushed room. That is how I know you.
That is all I will ever know of you.
I find myself thinking around this day, your due date, when I am changing diapers, reading Goodnight Moon, rocking the sweetly heavy weight of a sleeping baby, I would have done this for you. I would have done this for you.
I would have done all these things for you.
You are the silence, the catch in my voice. The ghost in the gray of an ultrasound screen, never to fully materialize. Instead, we meet in the edges of my life, you as unable to stay as I am unwilling to let you go.
Inconceivable! 
Beautifully expressed. Thank you.
Sending love xxx
I’m so sorry hun. Today is the first anniversary of my first baby’s due date and I know how you feel. Wondering what if all the time, imagining how things might have been. Hugs.
So beautiful and haunting!
So beautifully said. First due dates are really hard. Wishing you well.
This is beautiful. I’m on the other side of miscarriage/PCOS, and I can tell you that the hurt of my losses has faded considerably with time (10 years), but those short lives are never forgotten.
Gorgeous.