Among the whirl of everyday chaos, a solitary sock dreams
of journeys untaken, of past encounters in the whispered realms
of floorboards and closet shadows.

Each pair once a union, now splintered, they speak in
hushed cotton voices, murmuring eulogies to fabric lost in
the surreptitious dance of laundry cycles.

A yellow mismatched wanderer glimpses an opened drawer
and hears the siren song of adventures beneath the couch,
where dust and forgotten secrets intermingle.

Threads unravel not from wear, but from knowing too
much of worlds they pretend to inhabit in moments of
idle gaze.

Dare to follow their trail, an invitation embroidered
in the language of loops and stitches—a history sans
noses but not sans sense.