Month's to years.

The minutes comes and goes.
Days turn to weeks.
Weeks seem's like forever.
Year's seem's to never come.
I have to wait for you, for just about a year.
But everyday is all the same, and I just can't seem to see why it takes so long for weeks to be months and so on till it's been a year.
I grow angry, not only at the days, but also at myself, who can't just wait.
I think about leaving, running far away, but your memories hold me back, I tell myself a few more months and I'll be ok.