What shines when the
candle of friendship is blown out?

What grows where yesterday’s
loyalty was planted?

What happens to those people
who were once our every day
and are now our never?

What becomes of those feelings
for a once-cherished friend
who is now a stranger?

New light.
Hope.
They remain.
They remain.

April is National Poetry Month so I’ve pledged to write 30 poems this month. Theoretically, that’s one per day but as long as I finish the month with thirty, I’ll consider that a win. Read more about National Poetry Month at the WordPress Blog.