The Sea She Left Me
The baby I never got to hold
By Miss. AnonymousPublished 8 months ago • Updated 6 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Shifaaz shamoon on Unsplash
You didn’t stay.
But you left something behind.
Not clothes, not toys,
not even a sound I can replay.
Just lines, white, soft, quiet.
Stretch marks, they call them.
But to me,
they’re waves.
You pressed yourself into me
like the sea meeting the shore.
Brief,
but enough to change the shape of things.
Some days I trace them,
not to remember pain,
but to remember you.
The way my body made space,
how it still carries your name
without ever saying it out loud.
You’re not here.
But the sea you left me is.
And I don’t hide it.
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Comments (2)
This is heartbreaking! Some marks don’t fade because they’re not meant to—they’re how love leaves its signature when it doesn’t get to stay. ✨
This is really powerfully moving. It exemplifies how we are changed as humans and we carry that change for life.