poetry

“My Old Friend Named Hope” Poem

My Old Friend Named Hope

By Ashley O’Hare

The ghost of my past

won’t leave me alone.

I’m reminded of the path—

the greener path

that I was supposed to take.

Back then I was stronger.

Back then hope still existed.

The promise of better days

still laid ahead.

As the years 

have come and gone

Hope has slipped out

of my grasp.

Naively I wish

my old friend

will one day return.

But my track record holds—

all of my friends leave

and they stay gone

Forever.

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