your old socks haunt me
as they linger in my drawer
Touching all my innocent matched pairs.
you had slipped them to me
one frosty night when the cold nipped at my toes
An act of a gentleman.
but now what am i to do?
you're gone, but your socks remain
Each opening of my drawer kindles the coldness I feel.
you and your socks betrayed me
none of you comfort me anymore
But at least the socks decided to stay.