Neanderthal's socks

so i recieved a call from one of my many ex-boyfriends today. a few minuates ago, actually. he called, said hello, and then hung up. 

and in this light i decided to share a poem. (surprise, surprise) written when i was almost in love with him. and here we are.

And you i miss

constantly, burningly, tritely

and the world without is like being

without socks

necessary items not missed until

introduced and folded away

taken away by a mere few lifetimes

And so, i wish

for you- a caveful of socks

that the Neanderthal might

know the missing of such an essential item

one to cover and protect,

to keep warm and dry.

And to inspire and comment,

for without good socks, how can one wear

good soles?

mmm.sweet catharsis.