I saw your sock
the one you keep
looking for
You last spotted it
somewhere in your hamper
I happened upon it
as I took my weekly stroll
It's funny the
things I stumble upon
when walking on the moon
I spotted it
in a field of
socks
that stretched
as far as the eye
could see
faded tulips
gently swaying
no two alike
Sometimes old
sometimes new
sometimes cherished
sometimes
just
there
but all
lost
Perhaps you should
take a
walk on the moon
and find
the dreams you've lost
like so many socks
and let yourself
become whole
again
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