I miss my baby fiercely, with all of myself, as if my wanting could take shape, and fill the empty void where his warm little body should be. But my arms are empty still, and my heart feels hollow and leaden by turns.
At this time last year... At this time last year...
My body remembers. Vividly. He was real. He was here. His name is Noah.
I am his mother, and I love him so much.