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 is 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)