In my Anatomy class, they said, "The lips has the most nerve endings.";
That should explain how brutal my feelings were under that flickering lamp post.

At 6:45 am, right before my first class, I spot the Cappuccino in can at a convenience store;
I always buy this simply because you first bought this for me.

At the bus, I find seats right by the window;
I tie my hair and miss the way you would tie it for me.

The new Coldplay song plays, "And you're always in my, always in my head...";
It has been on repeat for the whole night.

A guy in denim and messy hair walks by twice, thrice;
By the fourth time, he has your face.

And in a desk, I found your name faintly carved;
I retraced it heavily. Over and over again.