Flowers are blossoming in every

Corner, climbing every wall

Even people's frowns have turned to smiles,

But my days are damp and rainy:

Their cold pierces my bones

And pinches my cheeks,

And rumbles through my heart.

I'm afraid I might

Get too addicted to your

Little acts of love,

Because I don't want to feel

Bare, pointless, nothing

By the time you pack your feelings

Into crumpled, dirty laundry of memories

That go under the label of "To throw away"