Sister (mine) #2

Oh, failure. I could never
speak to you, could never
hear you, could never
face the right way with you, we
always slid like oil and water
in the same jar, resentful and
tense.

Resentful and tense I hear
your voice on the phone now,
come talk to me, come visit me
come be that person you are
when you are with me, that person
you hate, come open to me,
forget all the ways we've hurt each
other, come be my sister,
my sister.