Acceptance?

What do you call this?

This feeling that I have.

It happens often

And comes in sudden waves.

It courses through my body

And makes my stomach ache.

My heart rate quickens

As the realization starts to hit

That I will never see your face

Not outside a picture at least.

You’re voice is now a distant murmur

As your presence begins to fade.

This is my new life,

I tell myself each day.

Is this the acceptance they said would come,

Or is it my grief still trying to take me away?