Vagaries of Fashion

You keep picking the scabs 'round the edges

Till it bleeds crimson-red and cracks concrete-gray

Cracks concrete-gray

She ignores the vagaries of fashion

Which can't have escaped even your attention

Your attention

Unravelling the seams that helped you pull the strings

That shifted contours in between the lines of longitude

And latitude

There you strayed from the original coordinates

To an uncharted map sung out of tune

In solitude

The vagaries

She ignores the vagaries of fashion

She ignores the vagaries of fashion