Sonrisas in June

happy femaleI have no clothes. Nothing fits.
I’ve lost a little weight.
OK . . . not some . . . quite a bit.
They say I’m looking great.

They ask me what my secret is
as if there’s one to tell.
The only thing I think to say,
“His name was . . . well—”

What’s the point to raise the dead.
It’s done . . . he’s gone . . . no more.
I was crushed and went off food
when he walked out the door.

I’m better now with healthy glow.
I’m tanned and I am trim.
Bikini slim looks good on me,
and I owe it all to him.

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