You don’t move on from it.

The baby you pictured
in every version of your future.
The baby you never got to meet.
You remember the moment
it all felt real,
the test you stared at,
the quiet excitement you didn’t say out loud yet.
You remember what didn’t get to happen too.
The appointments.
The photos.
The life that was just beginning.
And then,
the silence.
The kind that sits heavy in your chest
while everything around you
keeps going like nothing changed.
But everything did.
Because loss like this
doesn’t fade with time.
It shows up
in the small moments,
the empty spaces,
the “what would have been.”
We don’t forget them.
We carry them,
in the love that never stopped
and never will.