Faith

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 Being abandoned.

That was my greatest fear. Still is.

The sudden whoosh of cool air 

Brushing my shoulders,

And sending shivers  deep inside,

Beyond the surface that human eyes can see. 

My fingers grasped at nothing, 

Searching for warmth that’s no longer available.

Not available to me anyway.

Glancing around to see where I’ve sauntered to,

Wondering how I got here,

but knowing the truth deep within. 

Differences.

It’s always the differences,

and the inability to reach a compromise on touchy matters.

It  starts out with music differences, 

then the language incompatibility. 

But somehow, always... it ended with the faith.