I Wish You Well Poem by Jean Renwick

I wish you well each day as you become more marooned by packing-boxes.
As slowly as they build, they disappear
until it’s only bags and suitcases you lift into the boot of your car.
I respect you not telling me your destination
But don’t promise not to try to figure it out –
A simple need to know you got there safely.

I wish you well as your wheels run down the miles.
I wonder, will you feel the empty place on your thigh where my hand
used to settle during our road-trips together?
Will your stomach dropp at a memory of a shared groan
when some cheesy old-time song comes on the radio?

I wish you well in your new chosen place.
That you find activity to fill your days
and people who make you smile.
That the years will treat you kind
and time pass as fast or slowly as you would like.

I put these thoughts on paper, as in a letter to you,
that I might set them aside.
And in doing so one day not too far ahead, I might find
I can wish the same for me.