Marshmellow

I see you standing there as I look out the window

you're in a huge winter coat that resembles a marshmallow fresh out of the bag

I hear the soft rattle of the trees shaking in the wind

I hear you call my name, though I do not know yours

I want to go to you, and feel the cold air as well. It appealed to me in a strange way

Why was I in here, and you were out there? Why was I not beside you?

I smile because i am finally outside not looking through the glass at your shivered face

Where would we go now? I know not,

but I will follow this man in a marshmallow anywhere.