The Snowstorm

We tear love out by its roots
Replant it in a hundred distant gardens
“The love is dead, long live the love”
And we have no gods, no partners
The leaves grow pale and weak
The flowers bloom too soon
I let them fall all around me, falling for me
I blush unseen and see them falling remotely
We live the myth, self-sufficient, brave and confident
Mock-courage our favorite currency
Demanding all the signifiers, calling happiness to us
But without tenderness all this power is meaningless
The roots had rotted
Before they could spread
I let them fall all around me, falling for me
I blush unseen and watch them falling remotely
In this snowstorm I don't know which arms I miss around me
With only words to tie us, intangible and tenuous
(Trivial)