Being Wrong

Being Wrong by Amanda J. Visokay (a Short Story Contest submission)

Underneath the old navy blue sweatshirt 
I took with me,
to all those chilly nights out back by the smoky fire pit,
is a rolled up sock I should’ve, but didn’t, wash.
And folded inside the sock is a note with a promise,
that was impossible to keep. But I keep the note
in the sock under the sweatshirt, just in case you 
stay forever, so I can gladly prove myself wrong.