The Empty Desk

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Upon the verandah, the wind softly sighs,
Caressing my hair with gentle, unseen hands.
My eyes, unmoving, fixate on the distant wall,
Within this classroom, a haunting silence stands.

Where have the smiles gone, like fleeting wraiths?
In this chamber, a void, a hushed despair.
Lost like a child in a bustling fair,
I scan the room, searching, longing to meet your gaze.

A boy with golden hair and nerdy specs,
Your absence echoes within these hollow walls.
Emptiness fills both the desk and my heart,
Yearning for your return, my hope enthralls.

Will you come back tomorrow, my dear?
In panic, I seek you, my heartstrings entwined.
The canteen, once lively, now feels bereft,
With a love letter from days gone by, I wander.

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