My Own Harmony

We turned scraps of trash into
works of art.
We took turns singing
the second part.

That sister way our voices blend–
you're my best friend, and that won't end.
But now that you are far from me,
I must sing my own harmony.

My voice is too loud
for this house,
whether I sing or
whether I shout.

Friends is something I should
get around to,
knowing that no one
will be like you.

     Come for a visit.
     Sing and I'll sing with it.

That sister way our voices blend–
you're my best friend, and that won't end.
But now that you are far from me,
I must sing my own harmony.