I remember all the best
deep when in my midnight's rest

Now I remember the warm moist kiss
that brings tears to my aged dry eyes

I remember riding bicycles under October's cloudy skies

Knowing now there's no answers to all my whys

Now there is no chance
No turning back
No need be looking back for just a glance
Because you won't be there

So the memories have been written off the page
But the recovery has all been staged
Turn your head and say
to the ghosts of another day . . .

   "I wish you well ."

Just as when we were
all so naive in our wildest dreams
We never thought or stopped to learn how to grieve

Now all I can say . . .

       "I wish you well."