How Can One Stray Sock Make Me Undone? Poem by shannon wright

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.