The monitor’s glare mirrored your intensity,
And revealed your focus and attention.
The gleam reflected your furrowed brows,
But your confidence was not shadowed.
A sudden shift echoed through the room,
Prompted you to look up steadfastly.
The intentness generated an electric heating,
And betrayed the gripping shyness.
It was then through gaze,
We found silent companionship.
As the sun and moon take turns,
It was perhaps not the right season.
This moment brought us back,
And broke the stillness within us.
Could this be the phase of change,
In preparation for a new chapter?
Would the hands of the previous winter,
Be ready to forget the cold?
The possibility of accepting an extra pair,
For warmth doesn’t seem that far gone.