Socks With You Is The Best, Baby

I rush through the doorway, and she is already there,
beautiful, waiting, smiling. Her two

UNSOCKED

T'was the night before day
folding laundry with care
I found bunches of socks
But no matching pair.

These stockings

Lost partners.

It's a modern day phenomena, that socks that come in pairs,
Get graded in the wash-pile into light and darker

They pair off and are inseparable.
Geese mate for life.
Dissolving their union on a whim.
Socks, while inanimate, can not remain

After a 55 year love and hate relationship

With socks

I have abandoned them

Perhaps forever.

No more sliding down behind