New Love Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

New Love

He touched her on her cheeks
His hand moved to her lips
She withheld, asked for time
Raised, stood and walked out.

Inside she saw herself in glaze
Her cheeks burned with blush
Her lips pale, false teeth well
She had fixed eyebrows.

In her purse, she had mess
She reached, found lipstick
Licked her lips, were bright
Once more look at herself
Smoothened, touched crease.

To her knees, pitch black
Looked around, skirt’s sides
All were fixed, no tummy
Butt, not big; not small.

Rose both hand to her head
Her hair dyed, right color
Saw her ring on left hand
Once again her heart shook.

“For decades my Darling
I was yours; in waiting
For my death for joining.”

She was lost in her thoughts
“Yes or no” were her doubts.

Finally she spoke:
“Forgive me, I must go”

Took her ring and hid it
In wallet, in her purse
And tried to smile
She had found new love
After years as widow.