You cry
in your sleep.
Some forgotten trouble
of when you were small?
some real pain of now
that can’t be allowed
to be known
except to
your tears.
Later you will
deny it was so.
But I kissed the tears
that you cried
they tasted of salt
& lost dreams.
And when
I kissed your tears
... you smiled.
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