Dream of You

When we were young, you slapped me away with your easy words.

Now I see you on the street every morning and cannot approach you.

The sharp ice you wear on your lips make me afraid.

I dream of you every night, lovers in a garden, children playing,
   growing old together.

I wake from you every morning, trembling.

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