Ode to my lost sunglasses

I bought you in a last splashy splurge
Full price at Nordstrom.
But you were perfect:
Large,
Dark,
Stylish.
My headaches were the justification.

But now you're gone,
Lost to a weird Wednesday that had me whispering on my cell in a public bathroom
And bailing on Bible study
To talk to stressed friends and former coworkers.

Oh Michael Kors, you minx.
You design overpriced-yet-unquestionably-fabulous sunglasses --
Enormous lenses that were *just* dark enough
In the perfect tortoise shell frame.
Jackie O.
Carole Migden told me I looked like a movie star in them,
But of course that's another story.

What shall I do, now that you've left me,
And all that remains is a memory of your exact rightness?
Sullen, forlorn, I'll haunt Nordstrom Rack,
Searching for your doppelganger
And squinting.