LEAVING...

The older they get,
The further they drift apart,
The closer they look,
The more they wish to cling on to another.
Faces mature,
From the childlike looks from yesterday.
They grew together free without harm,
And in their heart they'll always be close there.
To the past they linger,
Over forgotten dreams, the still fresh tears, and last wishes.
Where paths were well worn,
And friends come easy.
To the future they hasten,
Their feet to move onto the paths yet to be constructed.
Where they will break group and thrive on their own,
But remember the ones throughout youth and childhood.