i wish you well

i tried to write a poem,
a letter,
to people from my past.
three men in particular;
a detective,
an attorney,
and another in artist management.

each verse ended the same:
“but i wish you well,
i wish you well.”

only i couldn’t find the words
to string my sentiments together.
i felt defeated,
depleted.
i feared i had nothing left to say,
nothing left to give.

until it hit me.
it wasn’t that i didn’t have anything to say.
it was only that i didn’t have anything to say to them.
except i wish you well
i wish you well.