I am ME

Miss you
Miss the way you laugh
Miss the way your lips talk
Miss the way you ticking the pen
Miss everything about you, even the smallest thing

I really do miss you all in the class
Miss your silly acts
miss to see your broad-back
Those warmness in the class' crowds

I remember something,
How I try to find the "upfront seat" in the class
Just to prevent my eyes "following" you from behind
I'm curious, did you do the same when I sit upfront?

Did you see me?
Did you miss me?
Do you still remember me?

By Gita A Nisa
Forgot the date
I am "ME"