Diminishing | Sara Denson

Has anyone seen my socks?
As I half heartedly sift through the ocean of covers
And scan the empty floor, I scold myself:
I just bought some the other day.
Every month I’ll buy a few,
But they disappear to God knows where.
So off to Walmart I go
To replenish my ever diminishing stock.
How can you lose what you have so much of?
I’m so tired of buying all of them back.
Maybe one of these days, I think,
I’ll find where they go off to.
And I won’t have to retrace my barefoot steps.