… Mi Amor, she said

My cheeks are full and heavy
Of her pack of kisses
Which now weighs heavy
Calling my attention
To what my heart should have formed:
The pact which has been ignored

It met me to cherish
To wipe out my tears
Which none should see;
To hold me in my pieces
in chains that I not tear
during abandoned times; like a company
their help, to aid and support.

My cheeks full and heavy be
but time and moments long passed
to realize and return.
So simple might it seem a return
in reality a difficulty to return
in grips with reality
like treated water entering the drains