When it builds up inside my chest,

Inflated like my ego for just being able to date you,

I try and hold it in.

A man would do this.

 

When I see you now at 50 something,

And see your face at 24,

This morning. I mention it not.

A man would not do this.

 

As I look at the pictures today,

From all those years,

And Children, and grandchildren.

I see love.

But did not mention before you went to work.

 

Now, today, I cannot hold it longer,

The gates are busting under pressure,

The dam is overflowing,

Love cannot be contained, even by this man.

 

So forgive me, for not spilling it sooner. My leaky love.