This is something I wrote years ago when a dear friend moved away to be near her Aunt. Sadly, she died and her aunt lived on.
My friend
Your journey begins
A new life
Exploring your place
among
your beginnings
a time to see yourself
in your childhood
memories
and measure
what
you have become
my friend
the for me
brings sorrow
a turning loose
of patterns
I loved
Learning how
To reaffirm
The friendship we have woven
Now must become
New patterns, new threads
New fabric
Not losing
The old
But adding new
Journeying on
To see with
New eyes
The whole pattern
Will emerge
In all its beauty
worry-less-journey 