Fairy Godsister

Of all the ways to make a friend,
saying, “I’m sorry. I was jealous of you,”
ranks quite highly  
in the unlikeliness stakes.
“Don’t be daft, come round for dinner!”
you replied,
and the rest is history.
 
Over time, we created our own language
from a musical vocabulary.
We forged conversation  
through melody and harmony,
but it was in the silences,
the way we could read each other’s intentions,
that gave it meaning.
 
So many threads still bind us—
I don’t tell you often enough
how loved and appreciated you are,
but we are inexplicably entwined.
Some friends are joined at the hip
but we are joined at the heart.