Single
Unmatched
Unloved
Hiding in the bottom of my laundry hamper.
One striped
One plain
One with a weird little collar
Hiding in the bottom of my laundry hamper.
Haunting me
Taunting me
Hiding in the bottom of my laundry hamper.
Little gremlins, awaiting me
Each time I fold a clean load
Gold toes
Plain toes
Hiding in the bottom of my laundry hamper.
Eyeless, glaring at me
Handless, reaching to find a mate
Earless, to hear my cry of despair
Hiding in the bottom of my laundry hamper.
Haunting me
Taunting me
Hiding in the bottom of my laundry hamper.
Where are their loved ones?
Where are their matches?
Eaten by my dryer
Leaving them alone
Hiding in the bottom of my laundry hamper.
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