Missing

I miss her....
I miss seeing her tiny movements within my body.
I still feel them. My own body tortures me with these phantom movements as if she is still there.
I feel cavernous with the emptiness she left behind.
I miss the excitement of what would have been.
I think part of me has gone missing, in my missing her.
I fight to hold onto her, even if it just her memory, it is all that I have left of her....
I am weary of this battle. It grew old long ago. I look desperately for my replacement, but there is none.
I know the depths of unconditional love and that I am surrounded by it. What I don't understand is how I can be so loved and so alone, so empty at the same time...