When a man you think you will marry in months decides to end it without telling you and you know its right but it hurts so much you think you will die, you write to save your life. This man was not a bad man, he was a sick man and his sickness caused him to hurt me. He didn’t want me to cry any more so he left with no words. I cried anyway until my heart felt like ice. It didn’t melt until many years later. Love like you’ve never been hurt, but I can’t cry anymore. This man I wrote about took all my tears, and left me without the 15 kilos (pounds) I had been trying to lose for 15 years. 15 kilo’s, 15 pounds, 15 rivers of tears.
These 15 Kilo’s that melted off my curvy latina body
Are lying in a pool of kaleidoscope pain by your feet
If we were still making love, my hip bones would collide with yours
clanging like temple gongs announcing the death of love
These 15 kilo’s that were the protection of my feelings
Are gone into the dark night where hope resided
I don’t recognize this shape of mine that held your
earthly form deep into its memory
These 15 kilos left me as you did, quickly without notice
How can you notice such a minor thing when the pointed sword tears you to pieces?
You were the judge and jury denying the right of an appeal
vaguely non-committal even during the execution,
These 15 kilos now gone ,leave a skeletal form like the hollow of my neck in the mirror
Accusing you of forgetting what we were
In the land of the rising sun