Empty

I’m missing my B… a song with her name, a little girl that smiles at me, a shirt with her name… She’s everywhere. I can’t even control the tears anymore. I miss her. I miss her so much that it hurts. I want to hold her and talk to her and teach her and sing to her. I want her to know me. I feel like my heart is so broken. All I have are pictures and memories. Every day moves so slowly.
All the tears and dreams and memories hurt.
I just want to see her. I just want to be her nana.