i miss the cold
and feeling you nice and warm
inside my body
the july sun is too adventurous
and mocking
i feel lost
without the direction
of you
and the hope your life gave me
children laugh and cheer
at their lemonade stands
the sounds are
bleak and punishing
against the unending days
and i can’t help but
wonder if it is summer
where you are
or if you miss the winter
like me
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 