From foot, to hand

This one blue sock isn’t like all the rest

Not even it’s matching pair

Something about it sticks out

I would say like a sore thumb

But today, we’re talking toes

This is the sock I found under my bed

Along with all the pictures of us you left

And maybe a handful of dirty underwear

I’m quite sure you have the other sock

But we are creeping up on 6 months of no contact

I’m not sure if your sock would even want this one back

With the dusty memories that encase it

Turning the blue into a fuzzy gray

I only see blue because I remember them on you

Maybe I’ll treat this sock like the rest

Like all the others I’ve found over time

Lost, without a partner

So, into the pile it goes

With the intention of being used again

Renewed, reused, recycled

Onto my hand to clean the mirror