I am a sock
My cotton exterior pilled and frayed
insides as soft and warm as down feathers

i lie in the drawer
without warmth or company
for one day
my match
the sock who has always suited me
my soft, silver striped soulmate
left my life forever
we were forced to go our separate ways
by some cruel sleight of paw
mi amigo was taken away from me
and brutely dragged down the hallway

life without my match is a gravel road
rocks dig into the uncovered feet
with a missing sock
life is incomplete