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?