My beauty walked out of the door
Without saying good-bye.
My passport photos are my proof.

My precious ally has found a new face
Not touched by grief, lack of sleep
And broken dreams.

Beauty is like that.
Either all outside
Or deep into the heart.
Discreet, quiet and warmly alive.

 

Copyright 2015 Mary Newcomer

“I am an American living in France. I’ve lived here for a long time and write
poetry in English and French. I’ve been through a lot in my life like a lot of other
people, but no regrets. My French poems have been published in France.” – Mary