purple eyeshadow

cereal went soggy
and the strawberries fermented,
waiting for you.
the sounds of life,
for the first time since waking,
echoed from a hollow box.
tried to find that pendant,
symbol of another place,
in memory and then
in with the jewelry.
the cheap metal has
all but weathered away,
eaten by a dark drawer it rests in,
save one day each year.
there are no black shirts in the closet,
nothing without lace
or plunging neckline
to be seen at the 9 to 5.
and so you put on purple,
and coat your eyes
the same pacifying hue,
so passive and earthen,
nearer the knot of your stomach
than the attractive expression
you'd hoped to wear.