Cool

It was a cool occasion when we met.
The hand (just the one) of friendship
was extended. Or so I believe.
But the air was cold.

We'd been in one another's company
before, perhaps a dozen or so times,
but had never sought to break the ice
until now.

Our words hung in the atmosphere.
It was a bejewelled and magical evening
but a hug was out of the question.