glove mates

i realized this morning that i have more in common with lonely gloves than i realized. both alone, we are searching for our glove mate. sometimes we tumble down a road, propelled by momentum or pushed by an outside force. other times, we arrive in the gutter, forced to stay there until someone picks us up. gloves never did anything wrong, they just happened to have some bad luck. i'm gonna rescue them. the lonesome gloves need a home. and some day, i know someone will pick me up and be my glove mate.