On and Off
Just got that look out of you,
the one my cat gives me
when I pet the spot she
just cleaned so diligently
with sandpaper tongue.
Not again, I hear you thinking;
it’s scribed in the arch of your brow.
It’s been six days on the wagon
and I’m being dragged behind it now,
hanging on to the undercarriage
by a teardrop of hope
and my eyes locked with yours.
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Your last line suggests the personal connection you share with the individual you’re speaking to makes a stronger hold than hanging onto the wagon. Cling to that. They will get you there, and we’ll all here cheering for you.
Yes, hold on. We are in your corner!
Thank you both for your uplifting comments!