trying to find something

did you see my sock
on the floor by the fridge
without my foot
it just looked like
a piece of white cotton

but
it's so much more than that

it's filled with my sweat
and the bottom of it is covered
in the dirt from my floots

it stinks of me
and the memories
of walking along Washington Street
through Skully Square
down to Fanueil Hall
under the Holocaust Memorial
past the Haymarket
by the court, down Canal Street
to the train station

I thought perhaps
it was time to forget all that
but

not this way.