Alone for Christmas

It was 3 weeks yesterday. 3 weeks since we last saw your sweet face. 3 weeks since I walked out of the hospital with a box and not a baby. 3 weeks since I had to say goodbye to you. The day after we lost you we had make the arrangements for your cremation, they told us we would have you back in our arms in a week and a half. Well it's been 3 weeks, and everything has only continued to go wrong. We still don't have you. We still won't have you. You aren't in me and you won't be with me. I don't get to hold you on Christmas. I don't get to feel you kick. It's not fair, everything is already as wrong as it could be, why does it have to get worse?