A Left Friend
by Eileen, age 12

Your friend was as a straight canter on a horse,
smooth, graceful,
With a warm feeling

"I'll be off."
Not to be back.
"I shall miss you."
They say.

Off they went as if into the sky.
Bye, oh bye, oh bye bye bye.

Emptiness, sadness, nobody to protect you.
A warm footstone on a carriage turned to cold.
How do you survive without a tight squeeze.

Someone moves to their old house.
You then realize they've no friend.
You're stronger, courage, hope.
With no shyness you go to talk.

"My best friend used to live here.
But since they're gone, I will be yours."
New friends.