This is the first year
I did not wish you well
and it doesn’t bother me
like I thought it would.
Who are you
and who am I?
We’ve grown apart
and sailed away,
drifted alone
our separate ways.
What more do we say
when all has been said?
It’s been many years
since you have wished me well
and it doesn’t bother me
but this you know.
I may not have said it,
but I thought of you still
so maybe my well wishes
will find you anyway.
Autumn Siders 