Mixed in with a pile of sheets
Lost under a towel,
for multiple weeks
Drenched, tossed, and truly meek.
Searching again, for a possible match
Churned in circles,
waiting to attach
Even though there is a hole,
it has been patched
Spun again in another rinse
Is there someone there,
that will be my prince
I am not lost,
Keep searching for me at any cost
Continually dried and forgotten in the wash
On the left foot or on the right
Wear me anytime, I’ll be snug and tight
Slip into your shoes, to go out for the night
Just put me on your hand
I’ll be the puppet to your band
To be worn again, would be grand
The missing match of a simple sock
Is not heavy with sorrow,
like a mistimed clock
I’ll be thinking of you, When you go for a walk.
this. I love this. thank you.