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.