Drawer with One Sock

It used to pair with something bright

Now folded wrong, and far from right

The drawer still groans the way you knew

Each morning rushing something new

I never found the match you lost

But kept this one, no matter cost

Drawer with one sock, quiet proof

That some things slip beneath the roof

Not gone, not whole — just left behind

Like something soft we didn’t mind

The label’s worn, your scent erased

But shape remains, though time displaced

You’d laugh and say, “They always hide”

Now only one remains inside

I folded it the way you taught

Just tighter now, with every thought

Drawer with one sock, quiet proof

That some things slip beneath the roof

Not gone, not whole — just left behind

Like something soft we didn’t mind

I check sometimes for its pair

Knowing full you’re not there

Drawer with one sock, still the same

No new color, no new name

And if one day it disappears

I’ll keep the space it held for years