May 18, 2013 a day I remember so clearly,
It was warm, and yet, my toes were freezing,
I had only one old sock, one cold blue foot,
My old, rugged, yet soft sock was missing,
I looked for hours knowing it’s useless,
May 18, 2013 the day my other sock went missing.

I looked under my smelly rotten wood dresser,
I looked beside the fancy shining dryer,
With the suns light coming threw a near window,
I looked in my sister’s drawers,
They wear wobbly and cracked barely there.
My old soft yet rugged sock was not here and wasn’t there,
Confusing built as I screamed internally to find it,
My brow knitted together in concentration,
The other sock is gone,
The other sock will not be found,
It’s not under my smelly dresser,
Or hiding beside the fancy dryer,
It’s not in my sister’s cracked drawers,
I am the other sock,
I’m in your disgusting drawer,
I’m in the most obvious place,
I swam into the heap of clothes,
Laying on the squishy bottom,
I sneak around so I’m hidden,
Hiding from my other pair,
I shudder at the thought of being where my pair is.
I am the other sock that cannot be found,
I am not gone,
I am not missing,
I am the other sock you cannot find,
The other sock refuses to be found!
I stand tall puffing out my ragged, soft threaded self in defiance,
I’m the other sock.