The Robins
I wonder if the robins back home miss me -
If they got used to my presence and offerings.
If they took them for granted, or viewed my every return as a gift.
I wonder which way would hurt more, when I left.
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It takes a lot to build that trust, and not a lot to break it.
It hurts more to have faith and to be let down, than to have no faith at all.