For Fija Rose
A Poem about Friendship
I didn’t pay attention to the contents of
Your soul enough
To send you that Poem in a letter
Truth is, I’m only writing that Poem now
___
I told myself I would never fill your tea cup
With coffee, but I got lazy
I told myself I wouldn’t take your things to
Work, but I didn’t listen
Your red scissors are now used to cut
Parisian gnocchi
Which I find perfectly humorous
Considering you’re close to Paris
Last I checked
___
You told me the blood of the covenant
Is thicker than water of the womb
And you made me feel like
I was your family
___
A thread frayed
Was your face when you spoke about love
Rare was the absence of tenderness
Faintly delivered from your mouth
When I hear the word “wee”
I hear it in your voice
And I imagine the sound and the feeling
Of a coffee bean crushing under my foot
A good omen if you ask me today
___
I often wonder what you’re doing now
Desperately hoping that I’ll reach you
And find that you’re not mad at me
For losing touch
In the first place
About the Creator
Allie Bickerton
She / Her - Canada
I spent most of my life immersed in visual arts and I neglected my literacy.
Nurturing harboured emotions and poetic thoughts I’ve stashed within.
Thank you for being here! 💕
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Heartfelt and relatable
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Comments (8)
that's a beautiful piece of writing. great insight. subscribed. good day.
Beautiful and very relatable- relational distance is such a difficult thing to walk through. Thank you for sharing your lovely work!
I love the depth of the emotions captured here!
Emotional and thought-provoking, tied together with wonderful, truly beautiful words. Thank you so much for sharing this, it moved me. 🥹❤️
Some beatiful words and lines here
"A thread frayed / Was your face when you spoke about love" This is so beautiful, and I understand so deeply that regret of falling out of touch with people who mean so much.
Just lovely. somewhat sad, but lovely. Just be good to yourself.
Such feelings of sadness evoked. I felt every emotion. Poetry truly helps to cleanse the soul. Well done. Hearted and subscribed.