It's so hard to say goodbye

Sigh
As I think of my favorite pair of jeans
too tight to fit,
too faded to wear but still so hard to let go.

Familiarity is my security blanket,
Change leaves me stranded, bereft, bare, exposed.
There's no familiar groove,
No rhythm.
It's different.

Whether it's family or friends,
Knowing that you won't see them everyday
can leave you gasping for air,
Fighting back tears
Reminding yourself that you are too old for these childish things.

Maturity brings it's own burdens,
Now you have to sit properly,
Dress appropriately,
Mind your manners.
No more time for play or folly,
It's time to let go of mommy's hand
And venture out on your own.

Change is hard but inevitable,
Since we can't outrun it, let's embrace it.
Let's say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.