On Looking Through An Expensive Nightwear Catalogue (Poetry)

I am not the woman this gown
was designed for
and it’s not all down
to money.

This garment was so clearly meant
for the woman
I wish I was or dreamt
I might become.

I read the caption over and
imagine how
it would feel to wear something so grand
so glamourous.

But the time is past — too much care
has weathered me
the figure’s gone — nothing’s where
it used to be.

No. It’s not a question of the cost.
This so-classy gown reminds me
of what is changed — irretrievably lost.
And that decides me.