marshmallow / j.jk

of

your

i first saw you

standing on stage
on a saturday night,
your face radiating
some kind of sunshine.

i remember how i

would constantly sip my
favourite drink and how
i would tighten the scarf
hugging my neck,

as i rub my hands on
one another to cause
enough friction to
keep myself warm
in this chilly weather.

i remember
when you cleared
your throat to introduce
yourself and the song
you're about to sing,

and when i heard
your voice,

oddly,

it warmed up my insides,
and suddenly, i'm not cold
anymore.