Empty

A lifeless room full of never lived moments.
The moonlight kisses my cheeks as trying to stop the sobbing. Sometimes I can feel a warm hug around me, but most of the time it is just me. Talking as if she's there. Like mother and daughter, except that my voice is the only sound one could hear.
The longing comes in waves, trigged by daily events, by daily conversations.
My womb is empty, my arms are empty. My life is losing the meaning and I lost the track of things, walking around on the autopilot.
Still, I am trying to reconnect.