Miscarage Stories

A poem of lost ones

Wesley Evers had always believed love was something you held onto, even when it hurt. But lately, he could feel Angela Lopez slipping away from him, her words more distant, her touch less certain. The laughter they once shared now felt forced, like something she was trying to remember rather than feel. Wesley stayed, holding onto every small moment she gave him, convincing himself that the woman he loved was still there beneath the hesitation. He wasn't ready to let go-not when his heart was still entirely hers. Angela, however, was caught in a quiet battle within herself. She cared for Wesley, deeply enough that walking away felt impossible, yet staying felt just as heavy. Every time he looked at her with hope, she felt the weight of expectations she wasn't sure she could meet. When he asked her to stay, to try, to fight for them, she faltered-afraid of giving him a promise her heart couldn't keep. Still, she couldn't bring herself to leave him completely. So she remained in that fragile in-between, holding him close while silently questioning whether she could truly stay.