My body doesn’t know my baby is gone.

Yes, my mind knows, but my body doesn’t.

My arms ache to hold my precious baby,

My mind wants to think he is not here yet.

My body thinks he is here with me.

My breasts ache to nurse my little one.

My mind knows that I will never hear him cry,

But my body hears his cry in the quiet of night.

My lips long to feel his warm cheeks,

But my mind knows I never will.

Why doesn’t my body get together with my mind?

Why does it have to be so cruel?