Moving Away

Change is not within my range

Of comfort zones and so,

When someone moves away, it’s hard

For me to let her go.

My dear dear friend is getting set

To move some hours away

And though the time is right for her,

I wish that she could stay.

Before the virus, we would meet

Once monthly, give or take,

With phone calls keeping up with

Every joy and every ache.

We talk more now and that won’t change

When she has made her move

So she will still be in my life,

Which distance won’t disprove.

We’ll visit, too; the drive’s not bad

But still, it will seem strange.

That’s how things go, but what I know is

I’m no fan of change.