you left a sock and
it is now under my bed,
one of the socks that you left
after a night of close elbows
and hands,
it is under my bed and i will
keep it until we are staring
into space,
legs criss-cross
knees so close
your skin tempting me,
i will keep it until
you breathe short hot breaths
from your nose,
until you refuse to look
me in the eyes
and refuse to hold
my hand,
quivering from thoughts
in my head
that you’re not erasing
with words,
only then will i take
it out and hand
it to you, knowing
full and well
when you left it here