you'll never catch me running like the water on the socks.
away from flowers floating, and flowing to the docks.
for all along I've counted
the ticking and the tocks
the steady sound
into water drops.
and peering out from bubbles
the socks retain your stare.
I tried so hard to pull them on
as soon as you weren't there
to rock, rock, rockingly, rock them off again.