What’s happened to me?
She was here this morning, but
somewhere between the wash basket
and the kitchen, she’s gone.
Have I done something wrong?
We’ve been together since we left the shop
through mud and grass, through jump and hop.
What will I do without her? She’s my
everything; yin and yang, left and right
and I don’t believe we had a fight last night.
I know we were lying on the floor, tossed aside
thrown toward the bedroom door.
She’s my everything, and I’m no use without her;
unless the boy likes to wear odd socks, or
is colour blind. It just won’t be the same without her.
I’ll be sent to the home for single socks; that basket
at the door. Please come back to me, I love you
What will I do without you?
You're my everything
And you’ll never find another sock like me.