Four Rings
By Rachel S
Published 10 June 2015
A new friendship is born
In four rings each representing our own uniqueness
an oath promising out bond forever
A white ball of cotton is perched on top
like a cloud gliding at the top of mountain peaks.
It was silver in colour
Its gleam like the shine of the morning sun
Time shot by as we became absorbed in our lives
and a crack appeared as a lightning bolt
in our friendship
and we separated.
Four friendship rings missing
In a long-lost, broken friendship
But is still longed for
and grieved
and missed.