There should have been someone by now
To chase after me like a lost dog
To follow me home
Dreaming on my doorstep
Whining to come in.
There are only those who pur contentedly
Brush up against me
A connection lasting minutes
Before sinking deeply their claws
Wondering off to the next person who will give them the time of day
There should have been someone by now
To walk loyaly by my side
Because I am tired of scratches and bites.
Monday, February 28, 2011
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