A poem about office clothes.

The Workplace Wardrobe

Sad black cardigan 
Hanging on the wall 
One small mercy, 
You’re not rolled up in a ball. 

Worn out ballet pumps 
Shoved into a drawer, 
For your existence, 
You wanted so much more. 

Last year’s sunglasses, 
Underneath a binder, 
When you were purchased, 
You were a good bit finer. 

Tobacco-prigged lip balm, 
Lid long since lost, 
Beside wonky staples 
You find yourself here tossed. 

The dead, lost and forgotten 
of an office wardrobe, 
Cast astray, 
In dusty empty corners, you will now abode.