It was an ordinary day and everything was going great without a doubt
I had just finished getting ready as I had planned to go out
I had gone to the bin to get my socks, filled with cheer
When I suddenly realized that one of my favorite sock’s – had disappeared!
I jumped into the dryer, hoping to see it lying there
But after searching inch by inch, i was left with nothing but despair
I looked under my bed, in the kitchen, in my backpack
And even in the depths of the basement, where it was pitch black
I began to interrogate my remaining sock, questioning – ‘Where did your twin go?”
It was a stubborn one and it kept pleading, “Please believe me, that’s all I know!”
Unsatisfied with the answer, I threw it on the floor
All I could do was accept that I lose this war
Maybe it had escaped as it was tired of being used and worn
Maybe it had disposed of itself after it realized it was slightly torn
Maybe there was a sock monster lurking under the washing machine
Maybe the machine was actually a portal to the unseen
After going through the 5 stages of grief, I had reached acceptance
I wallowed in the memories we made together, as I cherished its presence
I put on the – ugly – mismatched sock while trying not to cry
When suddenly, I caught something out of the corner of my eye
A lump in my sweater sleeve appears
Could it be? After all these tears?
I shake the fabric, my heart beats fast,
And out it flops , home at last!
“Oh, my dear sock, where have you been?
Lost in the void, or trapped in the spin?
It doesn’t matter, you’re here with me now
I’ll make sure to never ever lose you again – somehow
(based on a true story)