The Lovesong Writer

the soft sratching of pens, the flutter of papers. then, a low but commanding voice, "five more minutes." more fluttering of papers, dropping of pens. all eyes were on that large clock. just as sudden, the alarm rang; signaling recess. a voice rang out in the examination hall, "dismissed, you may go!" the slammings of pens on the tables could be hear clearly around the hall. chaos resumes. flurrying activities all around me as i seem invisible to the world. a few hi's here and there, but i seem oblivious to them. then peace resumes once again. last minute students rush out to queue. and i'm alone once again. alone in the corridor. my never wavering stare directed at the staircase, hoping you will show up. but no. i wait again. you still don't show. maybe you're late? no, you're never late. you're just gone. gone from my life. you died and on that day you died, i died with you. to forever more.
-su rin

10:01 am;
Still waiting for you-