i think you have one of my socks

but you can keep it. i have one just like it
pining for a mate. it looks lonely, folded over
in the corner so i say hey sock
want to go to open mic tonite but sock
won't answer. pouting because it suspects
that i know something about
what happened to the other one. no, really
i don't. i think you have

one of my socks
but since we haven't spoken
in a while, i don't know. it wasn't winter
when we stopped i remember the way
waves were the soundtrack and fireworks
popped and we talked about grilling
when it was all done

but neither of us wanted
to brave the grocery store again so i went for
pizza and you went for a walk and when you
came back you were gone , it was
sometime in the summer, so sox were
not on my mind, not even red ones.