the grey suit

your old grey
suit was new once.
neatly cut
with style and
class. a perfect
fit. but it hangs
on the rack now.
in the deepest part
of the closet.
where the old
shoes lie below,
the tie rack too,
unspun for so
many years like
an exotic bird,
full of stilled
color. you
have no use for
suits anymore or
ties around your
neck, or tight
wing tips, narrow
in the toes.
that train left
the station a
long time ago
with no tears shed.