In tangled labyrinths of cotton spinning,
awaiting packets, unsung unions,
a pair looks oft upon another:
stitched kinship or solitary wanderer?

Sockets whisper ambitions —
floors converse in wooly dialect,
trapped memories of warmth,
consolation birthed in the seamless seam.

Such soft disciples of journeys;
repeated, reverberated trust,
in cycles forgotten unspoken,
kept by foot, never fathomed pair.