Wish You Well
Inside my soul is a burning desire as I grow old,
A burning to know her name to feel her soul next to mine.
As I finish out the days I have left I know,
She is there and somehow we missed and never connected.
All I wish for now is her happiness and all the love,
It is too late for me and there is no happy ending.
Just an end for an old poor fool with a hole in his chest,
Dying from the inside out with nothing left to give or forget.
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