Pregnancy Loss

the little things

it’s the little things that get me –

something as small as seeing

your pregnancy journal on the dresser,

that breaks my soul and

brings me to tears.

it’s not seeing your ashes everyday when

i wake up, or

seeing your face every time i look at your dad.

it’s not even looking at photos of you,

or thinking of all the what-ifs, or

telling your story.

no, its not those big, should-be difficult things.

it’s the little things, the omie-sized things,

that tear me down and remind me

i. am. not. okay.

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