Sometimes I can feel it

The fading or the leaving

The small ways of ending

It’s slight and unassuming

Just a strange passing

And it feels like indifference

But it’s tricky that way

Because it’s the opposite

It’s the fear snaking around

It’s the worry and anxiety

Whispering so very softly

Before the noise buries

All the questions and concerns

So I can function correctly

As if my life will always

Go on and on