Setting yourself up to write a poem is like preparing yourself for heartbreak ,
Reliving pain ,
A love that you never really had , lost .
It burns as you type ,
As you find an anger you didn't know you were harbouring ,
It burns with such ferocity that it might as well still be happening,
The longing , the sadness , the desire ,
Wait for you in each saved memoir .
Like thunder waiting to crash .