I had a conversation with someone today who told me that he felt completely empty.  His face was soaked with tears.  His voice was choked with fatigue.
I felt what he felt, right along with him, I cried right along with him, and I held the weight of exhaustion. The weight of emptiness.
Afterwards as I sat with myself, immobile, I just stared, at nothing and no one.
It washed over me, the last time I felt that sense of emptiness or aloneness.
It was when I felt that a baby inside of me was no longer alive.
I felt that when it happened.

I could feel the difference in my body before even getting to the doctor.

I didn't need a doctor to tell me.

The first time I didn't realize that I knew what had happened.  It was the first time and I was in denial.  I was hoping and praying that I was wrong.  But time after time after that I knew.  And each time it was this feeling of emptiness.  
It was like life was inside me.
And then suddenly it wasn't.
I didn't want it to be true.  I was confused and angry and it seemed that other people were having pregnancies easily or having abortions easily.  It didn't seem to matter to anyone else.  There I was with this empty space inside me that no one could see, no one could feel, and apparently no life could live in.
That's how this emptiness felt.
Not the presence of anything bad,
but the absence of something good.
The absence of life.
Sometimes people come into our lives who have something about them that makes our world better.  They bring us life and they bring us to life.  When people say someone is "a breath of fresh air" or "a ray of sunshine" ... they are basically saying that someone breathes life into their own life.  
The loss of someone in your life, due to any circumstance, can create this emptiness.  It is unlike any other, and if you have experienced this, you know what I mean.
If you ever feel this feeling, this hollow feeling, in part of you or what feels like your whole self, like if someone picked you up by your legs and shook you, you would be as light as air, and all they would hear is the sound of your broken pieces rattling around inside, I can assure you that you are not the only one who knows this feeling.
We have not all experienced love in its true form, but we have all experienced pain
and I think love is the only way out.
The only way to fresh air so that you can breathe.
The only way from darkness into light.
The only way back
to life.