A few side steps
off the curve you fall
and for a while
there is a time and place
to bat your eyes
and lick your lips
as if the package
is all that matters
in those moments when
the label tastes better
than the wine
and the left hand
on your Rolex
gets stuck
between AM and PM
in a hesitating movement
that never gets beyond
the here and now
…remember where you came from
not just where you’re headed
because at the end
of the day
all that matters
is what you hold
dear to your heart
even if it is gently worn
on the sleeve
of your designer suit
with an occasional
nod of recognition
to what once was…

© 2016 TrilbyYates