Farewell...

Time flies, Swift and Silent,
Like the whisper of a wind.
Its passage through us,
Leaves us unaware.

A year and half, gone,
Feels like a week,
Yet far more in reality,
Time is fast yet slow, a mystery.

It is a lost,
but it's just the first,
Form Five, drawing close,
The lost much, much more.

The empty seat, left behind,
Curious stares, drawn to it,
Wonders who is absent,
Until reality dawns on us.

Gone are the days,
Of the Japanese sensei,
No one there,
To teach us now.

Gone are the days,
Of the IQ Quizs,
The simple answers,
Hidden in plain sight.

Goodbye, dear friend,
KL your destination,
Still you'll remain with us,
In heart and memory.