Unrequited Glove

I love my glove, I really do, One thing wrong, I have but one, I think they usually come in twos Does that mean, The one hand clapping, Is that my fate? Sittin' with the left glove, Right one to wait? Yes, it's an unrequited glove, Deemed so from above, One hand nice and warm The other frostbitten and forlorn, They say one hand washes the other, The very thought of that makes me shudder, I guess I'll get used to, somehow, Posting only 50% poems from on, now, And hopin' someone will understand, I write with but one stinkin' hand.!