The Fleeting Quality of Happiness

Three weeks later,
The missing sock
The long, beige one
Gone AWOL in the laundry
(Mourned for, Dearly missed)
Finally Found!

Oh, Splendiferous Sock.
You match so many skirts and slacks.
How thrilled I am to see you
Clinging like a Joey to the pocket
Of my running pants.
Oh, happy reunion.
You sidle up in rolled bliss
To your partner, who
Waited like a war wife
In the far left corner
Of the sock drawer.

White with envy, a lone ankle sock
Peeks from beneath the heap
And deflates me with her piercing plea,
“But, oh, where is mine?”