Socks

We are socks. We lost our pair and we venture to see it. Every single sock, has their own pair. To have that perfect attire we have to be perfect for each other.

But how? How is that I can see you pair with another sock? How about me? I'm here stuck underneath the sofa, seeing you paired with someone else, happy with someone else.

I remebered the first time that we were together. Promising and vowing that we'll always be together. But destiny drove us away and now you gave up and search for another sock.

But atleast you're happy, that's all I care about.
Time will come I'll just wear out, alone in the dark.