High School memoirs..

Just memories..

Walking along the school corridors,
Walking through the canteen,
Pass by the girls toilet,
Looking into an empty classroom..

Although I'm walking amidst the crowd,
Although I'm accompany with the students chattering,
Why?
Why does it still feels empty?

Maybe,just maybe..,
The sight of my friends walking along the school corridors are no longer here,
The giggles of my friends are no longer heard in the canteen,
The toilets are no longer crowded with my friends fixing their scarves,
The classroom look so cold & empty without my friends who use to study there..

Suddenly,it struck me.
My friends are no longer here..
They have gone to pursue their ambition..
All of these..are just memories..
of what they left behind..

Dedicated to my friends who left SABS after PMR(06) to continue their studies elsewhere.
Yes,it's an old poem..



The end..