Wishing Well

Wishing Well

Standing here at the edge of the well with a coin in my hand
Wondering what I could possibly ask for?
What could be undone or made better?

The words to the song playing over in my head
Looking into the circular hole of the well and down into the darkness
Better to have known you before? or better to know you now?

The things we carry from our pasts are what has formed us now
The thing I love about you is the person you are now
Things could be different if the past was so

My eyes closed as I let the coin fall from my hand
The sound of it hitting the brick edge of the well and then rolling forward into the hole
I would never change you for anything, not even with the magic of a wishing well.