have I ever seen your missing sock? hanging on the wall with the rest left behind unaware it touched the feet of someone I’ve yet to meet but knew so well a thousand lifetimes before.
have our clothes shared the same space? yours in the washer mine just sudsed in while mine dry on medium heat in the third dyer on the right and I sit in a coffee shop and you go to walk your dog.
and when I retrieve my clothes yours are in the dryer next to mine the fourth dryer on the right did I leave a sock behind?
as you take your clothes from the dryer, do you see a fallen sock in front of your machine? Halloween in August you have no idea it belongs to me. am I even still a memory?
and I come back next week unaware we both have Tuesdays off your clothes are in the washer as I load mine into the spot next to yours and I go to put coins in I realize my mind got the best of me and I have no cash for the change.
as I run to the bank the timer ticks down you walk around the corner from the opposite direction you make it back two minutes to spare as I wait in line to avoid an ATM fee you toss your clothes (or do you load them with care unlike me?) into that third dryer on the right.
like a ghost you are gone and I never knew you came as I trade a $20 in for more quarters than I can carry the rumble of your clothes harmonizes with the clinking of the coins and then the wooshing of the water.
when the beep comes and I roll my clothes to the dryers I curse whatever stranger chose the third dryer on the right in my mind I’ve always claimed that one as mine.
unaware I was cursing an old friend and I’m the one who is cursed so I guess that makes two this eternal phantom dance we do my midnight confidant from a past life intertwined with my mundane routine so far and so close from our star filled dreams.