A Single Sock Hanging on a Line

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.