Echo

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I sometimes still wake at night
hearing a phantom baby cry

heart pounding
in a cold sweat

but Henry is an echo now

a boy who should be 9 years old
a big brother who will forever be a baby

a missing piece of our family
gone for so much longer than he was here

just an echo
and my biggest what-if

I look back and question every decision
every choice

it’s futile
it’s consuming

the echo of him is all that’s left

How do you feel the echo? Do the what-ifs consume you? What do you do when it all feels futile?