Wishing well

Walk with me up the hill
Like we used to long ago
I think about it often still
When there was joy not sorrow.

I wonder if you're still the same
That meadow by the river
Drown in your sleeping look again
No arrows in my quiver.

But I'll try not to listen to that voice
Send a note to your hotel
We both decided, it was our choice
I can only wish you well.