Pairs

It’s the single shoe on the side of the highway

My favorite earring, only one

Those miss matched socks

People think its endearing

Too caught up in thought to notice

My feet are out of step

It’s always the best of objects

We lose half of

Gloves always left in snow banks

And you think like a sock

A glove could be right or left

But no

Hands know

My left hand will remain cold

I miss placed your side of the bed

You miss placed your right black boot

You left me out side in the snow

It flew away when I dangled my feet out the window