Some things are made to be in pairs. Cleaning out a basement,
I found flattened under a box of books one ancient shoe,
the leather cracked, the laces gone. Without thinking
I looked around for the other one before I caught myself.
Silly brain, trying to match up useless junk,
trying to make sense of uneasy aloneness.
~ Tamary Shoemaker
(From a prompt at NaPoWriMo to write a poem with the idea of doubles.)