move aside

I don’t like people leaving.
I don’t like change

Who does?

And yet, now
with over 10 years 

of being an adult
working in this life,

I should be able
to handle this "change",

People come and go

Some just next door
and some far

And some beyond the telephone

And yet,
every change is personal
and disheartening

Be it of a friend
leaving for love

Or a fellow bench mate
looking for money

Or a client
moving to greener pastures

Or unspeakable attachments
moving away to glory

More than 10 years
and yet I am not capable

It hurts and it pricks 

Not for wanting
to change into them

But because there is comfort
in the known

The comfort that took
its merry time to come 

And which is now
simply walking away.