Halos & Happenstance

Hello, Mam.  I have an appointment    
     
Without looking up she presses a button and speaks    
"Your two O'clock is here.  Should I send him in?"     
   
There is no response     
   
As I walk in and slide demurely into the plush,    
high-backed chair across from you    
I wonder    
When did it all become just so much business between us?     
   
Atop your wide, dark-stained, solid oak desk    
A plaque displays your name in tasteful, bold letters    
and directly under that, your prestige     
   
From this highly coveted corner office you have a striking view    
of the manufactured duck pond below and your private parking space    
in the guarded lot that houses your newly-waxed exotic sports car    
   
You are intently scanning your paperwork    
and in the quiet all I hear is the ticking of your gilded Swiss timepiece    
that sits on the edge of your desk opposite the plaque, facing my seat    
to remind anyone sitting where I am that your time is valuable     
and their's... is limited    
   
Behind you, on the antique Victorian bar    
Pictures of you and your family on some island beach    
A paradise of white sands and crystal clear waters     
   
Smiling,    
   
Happy,    
   
Successful,    
     
...Fulfilled.    
   
You haven't acknowledged me yet    
Still editing    
Making changes    
Choices    
Writing things to be the way you want them     
Slowly    
With attention to detail and desired outcome    
and your very expensive pen    
   
Gold casing    
   
Engraved    
   
Smooth flowing ink    
   
...never breaking lines     
   
Around your wrists    
Smooth cotton cuffs held closed by gold cuff-links    
set with square-cut onyx stones     
Your powder blue oxford shirt    
Charcoal grey trousers, vest, and jacket    
Red monogrammed power tie held properly    
by a tie clip that matches the cuff-links     
(And the pen)  
   
All imported.    
   
The price tag...    
   
Unimportant.    
   
To you, at least.    
   
These are just the details of your life    
But their absence in mine stings    
Consumes me, while I sit here and wait    
And watch for you to finish    
putting your signature at the bottom of each page    
Your metaphorical red wax and stamp    
That gives your word to someone's Fate    
   
A platinum banded, diamond studded    
Custom-made original one-of-a-kind wristwatch    
crafted by some master-of-his-trade    
Whose name I can't pronounce     
(Yet another person totally unaware of my existence)    
Loosely clasped around your wrist    
Echoing the sentiment of your other clocks persistent beat     
Conducting our business in such a timely fashion    
That's its driving me mad    
Quietly    
     
Because you have the pen,    
   
And the papers,     
   
And the time,     
   
...that I do not.    
   
And you still have not acknowledged me    
Sitting in this (YOUR) plush, high-backed chair    
I had an appointment     
   
And there is still no response