Melting

Like it was on that day
almost exactly a year ago.
We'd been walking for hours;
my hands had frozen in snow
and you warmed them in yours.

And occasional sun would shine,
piercing the veil of snow
to light up winter-blue eyes.
I hugged you, so you could know
the sudden joy of being mine.

The snowflakes had melted in your hair
leaving you crowned in glittering water-diamonds,
as you looked down at me gravely,
not returning the hug,
and told me you were leaving.

I wish it would rain.