They Were Like Soul Mates…. I Miss Them

They Were Like Soul Mates…. I Miss Them elegy

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They have always been together
Holding close, that fondness for each other

Be it for a soapy shower
And drying themselves on a blower
Or resting as and when in their Box- bed
Like some lovebirds newly wed

Life for them was not a jolly ride
Yet, they accepted all in its stride
At times stamped and at times crushed
By those “ Feet of Fate” yet never depressed

It happened as I feared, one day it would
While getting ready for a walk , as I stood
I saw just one and the other missing
And that really looked depressing

I looked over , under, up and down
Could not find the partner anywhere around
I knew I am the cause and felt awful and mad
Swore never again as I held to lap the lonely and sad

Epilogue :
As a mark of respect , I decided to walk
Without wearing my pair of socks

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