Which button am I?

This object possesses two sides, almost as it is two conjoined twins with totally different faces. One face is like a piece of chipped bark after a tree has been dismembered from its trunk. It still holds the color of he tree it once was part of. Like it’s trying to keep its journey through life frozen in time forever, the indents it has gained over time are still visible, like a wise old man’s wrinkles. The other face is the shade of the milky caramel when you break a Milky Way bar in half. It imitates the texture of a brand new wooden desk. Nice and smooth. The shape of these two conjoined twins is like the converse sign on a pair high top chucks, but it has the thickness of a turtleneck sweater, just waiting to be worn. They can’t be worn though. They have been torn away from their companion. They would usually be found on a dark colored button up coat, but something has happened. They just sit their, no moving, and alone.