We were a perfect match.
Two purple spotted socks.
No hiding in the washing machine
Or at the back of the drawer.
No false pairings.
We were never apart.
You were left and I was always right.
Bought on a whim we
Stood out amongst the greys and browns.
Two of a kind.
We were inseparable.
Went everywhere together.
Never let each other down.
Until the moth attack.
Now I am left.