Out of the Blue

When we divorced, we were sad, but the love was gone, and we both wanted to move on and had no children to tie us. We were soon in different cities, and, as agreed, did not keep in touch. Then, after six silent years, you called. After saying hello, and hearing your familiar, warm voice, I thought you must have something important to say to me. You got down to business, asking if I knew where we had gotten those plastic sock holders we used to keep socks paired in the wash. I did not, and those became our last words.