There is a Hole

There is a hole in my sock
Just over my big toe
The pink flesh peeks out of the black cotton
Timid, it shrinks away from the cold
I know not what to do
The rest of my foot is safe and warm
swathed in the fraying black cotton
offering comfort
I guess i will wait
until the remainder of the sock falls away
worn through the heel
and ripped at the seems
When the whole sock has wasted away
I will put a new one on