the uncontainable

what if I wrote a love poem to you
and then pretended I didn't, for many years
until suddenly one day I decided
to burst it all out,
break the seams unknowingly;
after being unable to contain the wind
it suddenly escapes my entrails
and I'm born out in the open,
naked and wet,
screaming I have always loved you,
and I always will,
while your car drives away fast on the freeway
with your family and your wife
your kids, your dreams:
I'll be alone in this sentiment forever,
no void will be able to get it through.