how can one stray sock make me undone?
I spied it underneath our unmade bed
and I realized it was all I have left of you.
I crawled into the land of dustbunnies
to retrieve the hidden treasure
then I found the matches to burn it.
I need no trinkets or discarded clothes
because the evidence you left behind
was one broken heart.
1-22-08
This was written for someone I know who just found out her husband was sleeping with her best friend. May they reap what they have sown.
shannon wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-can-one-stray-sock-make-me-undone/
