He stared to the corner
The empty seat
Alongside with other chairs
In the class.
Memories strung into a harmonious tune
Reminiscence plays its angelic rhythm
Thoughts of he and she replayed like a flashback
As those knitted into a sweet dream
Stunned
He thought he caught a glimpse of her
On that empty seat
He sure had missed her
Rather much
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