All the things we left unsaid
forgotten dreams and ‘I love yous’
are held in trust inside my head
All the things we left unsaid
old bridges clinging by a thread
abandoned by the life we choose
where all the things we leave unsaid
are scratched and scrapped as i.o.u.s
© Ginny Brannan 2018
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