Still Passing Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

The first day had come and gone.
It was kind of strange to me.
The next day seemed so long.
And still you’d never speak.

The third day I was skeptical.
But kept it to myself.
Because there’s nothing I could do.
Except sit and offer help.

The days turned into one sad week.
You were busy was all I thought.
But my mind would slowly wander into other things.
And then I think I lost.

The weeks they kept on passing.
A month they soon became.
My voice it kept on laughing.
My heart had grown insane.

The month passed into another.
And still I smiled like this.
My friends saw my flame smother.
But didn’t question it.

I never went overboard.
About the sudden neglect.
The feelings I could not hoard.
My mind then went to forget.

So the months they still are growing.
And I wonder how you are.
The wind is silently blowing.
And I know that you are far.

Every once in a while I think.
I think of the things we said.
Every once in a while I sink.
Into a funny dread.

But then my time keeps passing.
And I never truly waited.
My smile is sort of laughing.
But sometimes yes I hate it.
So the seconds turn into minutes.
Which turn into hours at a time.
They turn into days.
Which turn into a week’s rhyme.
These slowly creep into months.
Which creep into the years.
And from then life keeps going.
And so do all your fears.