The Lost Button

The conundrum
Fallen who knows where?
Thread unthreaded
           pulled
           dangled
Unbeknownst gives way, breaks free
What will others think?
That I’m not put together?
The misfortune matters
Only when the breeze blows the coat carefree
        with wisps of wind catching a chill
Only when the blouse comes busting out or
         the pants below the knees

Everything doesn’t need perfection
Practically perfect
Is perfect all the way
I’m okay
Standing proud
                       with
                             my
                                  intimates
                                               exposed