I live in pairs but lose my twin, A lonely life I often spin. In drawers I hide, in shoes I stay, I travel miles but never stray. I hug your foot from heel to toe, Through heat or cold, through fast or slow. I catch the sweat, I fight the chill, A silent helper, calm and still. In washing drums I twist and turn, Yet one goes missing, a lesson to learn. A mystery tale in every home, Where vanished partners love to roam. I come in stripes, in dots, in plain, In fluffy warmth or sporty strain. Pulled on quick at break of day, Then kicked off tired and tossed away. No voice have I, no eyes to see, Yet life feels better because of me. So tell me now, be quick, be slick, What am I, soft and snug and quick?

I am not hate, and I am not love. I do not push, and I do not shove. One foot in, one foot out, I watch the world pass by about. I stand nearby, but never explore, I don't care to ask for more. What am I?

I weigh nothing at all, yet make every step feel heavy. I speak without a voice and often leave through tears. What am I?

i'm an essential component of a battery, as i am the one who holds the charge my position is forever number one and i am always looking for the lead.

Step inside and daylight fades. Speak once, and hear me answer.