Our friendship started in a sticky way,
A polite yet firm debate on who could buy the last fudge in the shop.
To win here is to lose, so common curtesy said he should buy
And we should share.
Fudge led to children, led to differentiated paths,
“become myself” the imperative for both.
Yet to grow unique, to grow apart only brought us closer.
In celebration, we went to buy a cemetery plot.
Gorgeous poem! I love how the idea of “fudge” runs throughout the poem, and how the story / relationship grows and matures in a way that is surprising yet full of depth and significance. My favorite line: “A polite yet firm debate on who could buy the last fudge in the shop.” Great poem, thank you for sharing!