Ms. Ingyu

As I walk in to class
There sits Ms. Ingyu,
The class sits down
As she stands like a giant bass

As we sit quietly
She takes the roll,
She calls my name
I reply absent mindedly

As she takes roll
I listen for your name,
It never comes
Not even after shes called Cole

As she finishes with Cole
The last name on her list,
I come to realize
And pay the toll

Of how much Im missing you.