The short brown sock

the short brown sock cuffed inside my shoes
stained and dry wafts its rich cotton scent
to be touched, unfurled stretched and worn
I turn drawn by the tender mischief
of my brown sock, camouflaged in vain
inside the brown walls of the shoe
Summoning nostalgic memories
of intimacy forgotten since school
comforting like rest after heavy sport
The short brown stained cotton sock was
not touched, stretched or worn
It lay where it lay and I where I stood