Friendship

by Adya Manoj

The root of our friendship is easy
we met about five years ago
Rushing through the school gates last minute we collided, sending maths books all over the floor

The base of our friendship is trickier
I just don’t know where to begin
I’m quite sure that we are a circle
but that means pi must be added in

If I were a number, I’d be a prime factor
The odd one out of the bunch
If she were a number she would be 1 the number that fits in with everyone at lunch

If we were a co-ordinate pair
I would certainly be x
She would be walking tall and proud
and I would be her shadow, low on the ground

Even if we are different numbers,
different shapes, or different signs
the formulae of friendship keeps us together, like a set of 2 parallel lines.