like snow

a picture like poetry
she dances like snow
loneliness and aching
fall in like snow
what is there left
to pick from the earth
no hearts remain
all are discarded
full of emptiness
spilling outward
crowded room
and nothing to hold
no partaking
not allowed
everything silent
rushing white noise
tomorrow maybe
something will happen
not now
it's not allowed

take away
all our lonely hearts
feed us again
with dirt and breath
make us alive again