Pattern

I see the pattern:
a justification of fashion
a range of emotions
rationalizing the quanity
and overabundance
of black items
hanging in my closet
instead of analyzing
the dark pieces
hooked upon my heart
At first glance, I can't part
with any of them
they all seem so different;
One soft and silky
against my open arms
Another slinky and slim fitting
conveying irresistable charm
Still another lingers there
unsure if I can wear that anywhere
and I keep telling myself
I will pull them from the shelf
someday
and wear each one
when black is the only shade
necessary to hide
But for now
They are all mine
They are all saved