i love you in the space between my breaths.
and as my belly moves with new life,
i hold you within the deepest marrow of my bones–
parts untouched by what changes in the outside world.
you, my love for you sweet girl, is my new North Star.
this well of longing for you spills over every morning,
no day will ever come when it runs dry.
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 