February Night in Hongdae

Do you remember the night we first kissed?

The frigid February air that stung our cheeks?

Do you remember the wintry street, left empty by the midnight moon?

The few taxis that lingered like hungry coyotes scavenging the darkness?

Do you remember the passing of the night, so quick to flee like a frightened beast?

The frost that settled on our brows and seeped through our scarves?

Do you remember the night we first kissed?

It was the warmest night of my life.

Our lips melted away the world and for a lifetime it was summer.