Monday.
First day of the week.
He was absent. Was he sick?
I took a glance at the empty chair.
How I wish he was sitting there.
I hope tomorrow I’ll get the chance to see him.
Cause a day is not a day without him.
Tuesday.
I came at school early,
Wanting to see him badly.
There was a sad smile coated on my face,
When I didn't see him at his usual place.
His chair was still empty.
What happened to him?
I have no idea.
I have no clue.
All I knew, I was feeling blue.
I tried to brush my thoughts away,
And just listened at the class all day.
I thought I’m okay,
That I was feeling fine.
But when I saw his chair empty,
I knew my smile was not happy.
Wednesday.
Crestfallen and disappointed.
He was still not here.
I could feel the emptiness in my mind.
Just like the empty chair in my behind.
I asked my classmates,
They just shrugged their shoulders.
I asked his friends, they don’t know why.
Soon my dark eyes began to cry.
Thursday.
Too many question popped in my head.
Frustrated and confused,
I committed a major offense.
I fled from school during recess.
I want to see him today,
To know the reason of that young man,
Why for four days he was gone.
There was no one in their house.
Only their old maid.
“Where could I find him?” I asked her.
She gave me a piece of paper.
I went home with a heavy heart.
It felt like my world was drifted apart.
I looked at the paper once again,
Tears fell down while reading them.
I don’t how to endure this kind of ache,
I kept on telling it was just a mistake.
FRIDAY.
Fresh flowers I brought,
I put them on the ground.
I smiled bitterly,
As I read his name in the tomb.
“I love you.” I whispered.
I didn't hear anything in return.
“I love you!” I shouted.
Hoping he’ll answer me at ease.
But all I heard was the sound of the trees.
I cried again..
How many tears should I cry,
For him to come back?
For him to be with me again?
To feel his warmth.
To smell his scent.
To stare at his eyes.
It was too late.
Too late…
Saturday.
I wept until I could no longer feel the pain.
Sunday.
I did what I've done yesterday.
Monday..
I come to school.
Act as if nothing happen,
They asked me if I’m fine,
I nodded and smiled.
While walking into our room,
Wearing fake mask behind my gloom.
But tears fell again on my face,
When I didn't see him at his usual place.
I glance at the empty chair,
How I wish he was sitting there.