We walked in and out of the shops and I stood
looking at the velveteen and feathers.
The strapless gowns
and the high heeled height
of vaulting shoes and delicate ankle bracelets.
All the linked gewgaws and glittering accessories
of accessible fashion
that could be purchased for a lady
who knew how to wear anything
and make it look better.
Then I saw you glance my way-
at my shabby
unmade bed appearance
seeing you smile in resignation
knowing we would never be a match that way
and that it all did not matter.
(c) Eric Ashford 2006