Am I The Missing Fragment?

Seasons change
I see water turn to ice
Then thaw in afternoon sun
No resistance

I see leaves on the ground
Toss in the wind
No resistance

I see Billowy clouds
Make way for charcoal pillows
No resistance

She breathes heavy
Grips my hand
I pry her fingers from my wrist
Feel the resistance

I can’t find the missing piece of the puzzle
Oh, my veins swell blue
It is me
I let go a little at a time

dversepoets.com “So for this prompt we are to write a Modernist/Post-Modernist Fragment poem ~by that I mean

Either:
a poem of several numbered stanzas. Each being complete in itself and having only a passing relationship to each other, if at all
OR
a poem of disjointed images (like listening to conversation in passing, repetitively switching between radio/tv station, random images across a screen, or paintings/photos seen in a gallery)
Rules:
Your poem should NOT conform to any rhyme scheme
Your poem MUST include Fragment(s) somewhere in the title”

Just a tiny fragment of my thoughts.