How do you think Those mismatched socks feel When you pull them From the dryer. Do they know that they will Never see their match again That they will always be Half of an equation. Do they know that They have lost their purpose Never to be regained. When you pull that single sock From the dryer Does it understand That it will never be complete again. Sometimes I feel Like the mismatched socks. But then I remember That I am melodramatic They are just socks And someday I will find my other sock I will find you.