We’re black
We’re white
We’re colourful
We have stripes.
Together forever
We promise each other
Until the day
That one of us
Is gone forever.
Lost in the abyss
The black hole
The void
The loss of my sole mate
I could not avoid.
Now I sit in this basket
All on my own
Surrounded by lost pairs
We are all alone.
Till we meet again
In the sea of lost socks
I will stay here forever
And reminisce your loss.
– Authors Note: Yes, this was inspired by my never ending piles of laundry, never ending sock matching and the mismatched socks that are inevitably left behind to ponder what happened to their sole mate… 🙂
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