I saw a pair of your socks
in my drawer this morning
and I cried.
You know the kind,
white cotton with high thick tops
like ballet warm-up socks?
Comfortable socks - like you often wore
with tight stretch pants
or sweats.
I envisioned you pulling them on
over those Barbie-doll feet
and your sweet, dancer’s calves.
I saw a pair of your socks
in my drawer this morning;
I saw them there amongst my socks
and I cried,
because they brought to mind
not only your tiny feet,
and your sexy legs,
but that incredible smile,
the one that brings butterflies
to my stomach just thinking about it –
and how you used to put your arms around me
sometimes
and say “You don’t mind if I hang all over you
like this while you’re home
do you?”
Back when you loved me…
They reminded me
of everything –
of the little girl excitement in your eyes
your gestures and voice
when you saw something you wanted
that you knew I’d buy –
the World if you’d wanted it -
reminded me
of the million things about you
that I’ve always cherished,
and that I’ve missed and ached for
all this long, empty year.
I saw a pair of your socks
in my drawer this morning
and I cried because
I know I will never hold you again,
and you will never, ever hold me -
because it is over,
and I’m not blind
or stupid.
And yet,
there were those silly socks,
just sitting there in the drawer,
reminding me
of how we once shared so much
and now, share nothing.
There they were,
your fluffy socks,
sharing space with mine
in that crazy dresser drawer,
like we were still a couple.
Isn’t it funny?
I saw a pair of your socks
in my drawer this morning;
I cried
and wanted to die.
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Hi Lyle....Enjoyed your poem on the socks and the metaphors, but I reserve the right, for my next one is going to be on the "Underwear...You know if sock and drawers had souls, they actually are the closest friends we have in this brief time on earth....We need to listen to them more, and give them the upmost respect...What ya'think'
Lyle,
The title of this poem drew me in...and then the tale itself kept me going. And I agree with what Jeniffer says. It's amazing how something like a pair of socks, will flood us with memories. No matter how long ago the love occured. For you, it was a pair of socks. For me? It had been a hairtie, nearly a year and a half later, that somehow still smelled of her...
I can see why this won a contest. Not only is it touching because of the message and the strength with which you portrayed each emotion, but there's also the form and rythm of your work, and the beautiful way you conveyed your thoughts. Perfection, Lyle.
I thought that was a very nice write. I liked it a lot and almost made me cry. Isnt it funny how the simplest things you've always took for granted become the biggest impact of a memory. I know this all to well.
Who knows what make us writing? Who knows what make us happiest and most unhappy? It can be a sunbeam, the one tear of child, a sigh in the dark, and “those silly socks”. Love is sweetest and bitterest root of true poetry.
Only a fiery heart of Poet can write that way:
"...and I cried,
because they brought to mind your small feet,
your wonderful legs,
that incredible smile that brings butterflies
to my stomach just thinking about it...".
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