all the underwear

somehow i knew:

the one i snuggled with
above the fray was not
the one i had come with
the one i had come with
was somewhere else
and when the fray was done
the one i'd snuggled with
wandered off alone
and i wondered if
the one i had come with
had seen me snuggle with
the one who'd wandered off
and wandered off as well

and yet somehow it seemed
what mattered most was this:
all the underwear were shades of purple
all the underwear
were shades of purple