And she crossed the room
Hoping the baby
Would be there, and that
Maybe she got it
Wrong those months ago
And that the cot would
Be full again with
Sound and movement and
That baby chuckle
Noise that got her down;
But as she looked in
To the cot, the space
Yawned wide and dark black
And empty, and the
Only sound was the
Echo of that dumb
Silence eating at
Her heart, undoing
Her mind from the start.


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