Poetry.

Over with school. On the train to band. On the way to Clementi. There was this secondary school girl I saw. 

She looked like you, sounded like you. 

Every time I glanced over, she resembled like you so much, I couldn't figure why. She was talking to a guy, presumably her boyfriend. Her voice reminded me of you. Her facial features too. 

I couldn't take it. 

One hand holding the flute, I struggled to plug in the other earpiece that was hanging freely with my other hand holding my phone. Music was spilling over. 

안녕,나야. 

찰지내지?

나도.