Searching for your socks

Give or take, a few oddities,
then I can deal with that.
Even with your socks everywhere
in impaired numbers, I am shy.

So many years of searching perfectness,
we still ended up together.
And I still don’t know you,
nor where socks go after they must die.

Comments on: "Searching for your socks" (5)

  1. This made me smile. i have a “thing” about lost socks!! Lol

    L&H xx

  2. For every sock that is lost an extra screw appears after you have assembled a piece of flat-pack furniture. Thus balance is restored to the universe.

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