A Study In Grief Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

How do I know grief?
Is it by the passage of time between loss and healing?
When the emptiness left by your love going seems endless.
As each day passes, you fight the day to meet the night,
then battle the night to face the day...
Keep fighting...
Keep moving forward...
Looking for the horizon you have lost sight of.
Grief is knowing that there is now an unattainable goal..
To recognise that there is no foothold to grief
only a flacid semblance of acceptance.
Not an acceptance that grief ends,
but rather, that it never does.