Looking for Something

Memories in a box.
Not quite what I was looking for.
Have you seen my missing socks?
I guess I can dig some more.

Past the photo of the beach.
Past the shell, the memories,
Seems my socks are out of reach.

I want to dive in I say,
But not quite like this,
maybe another day?

His smile makes me pause,
For a moment, or two.
He looks so much like my kids,
So much like we all do.

Time flies!
Oh look at those skies!
One thing I never tire of
Is looking at the sky above.

Now we're was I?
Why am I here?
Looking for something.
Finding it near.
There are those socks!
Tucked up, buried, a little behind,
And under the box.