Where do You find Hope?

A dear friend of mine, waited eagerly for me, one Sunday, as I walked by, she asked me a question; "Where do you find hope?" I was caught off guard, my eyes blinked, and time moved slow, I felt subdued, it was something, I indeed didn't know. She smiled and smiled, As if this was all a test, Called me a wasted fool , And went away. I felt illiterate, and thought silence Could fetch some respect, and save me from the embarrassment. Now I stand there for her, Every Sunday expecting her to come back and clarify, but she never does so, I think I understand why, Maybe she lost hope, and couldn't find her in the address she was sure of, And realised she was wrong. She is afraid I might accuse her of lying, Just as much as I was afraid to answer in first place.