Does this make sense or is it too macabre?

A scar sings on my wrist as well, a "lullaby" lie from my own childhood. I am inspired by this to write a poem about the one true friend, true "sister", I have ever been privaleged to know. Like you, that friend is no longer in my life. The last line really brings this home..."alone". This is some of the most moving and powerful writing I have ever read. I am so glad you are back, and back with a vengeance. Thank you.