As he moved his hand from mine; 

Winter within a single motion, inclined

to ask him why the change of season;

am I not good enough hand-hold sans a reason,

but words like these proved fit for a poem

not something to tell him; Winter's but a season,

right?

Or, might it be something heavier than light

this time,

as he moved his hand from mine.

"Unembraced"

by Poet Suigeneris