Those Unsaid Goodbyes Poem by Quinten Darrow

Like that one weird branch curved round the trunk, drawn to the sun.
Longing for something to make you think, a little fear with your fun.

A jukebox with a song you once heard while fast asleep.
Haunting, with lyrics so true, they make a grown man weep.

I learned a lot of life lessons in places you shouldn't go alone.
Restless, with a touch of freedom, the inevitable trying to postpone.

For that glint of old-time revival in hollowed mirrored eyes.
A last it's come to pass, I'm cursed by those unsaid goodbyes.

QCD