An evening wonder was filled with my questions:  
Was I a fan of our school subjects?  
I recalled sitting at the corner of old times,  
Having no base with all the naivety that hadn't explored enough to be beyond naivety.  

I tried raising a question to myself with the benefit of the doubt:  
What if I were a fan of any of my school subjects?  
Maybe I was, or maybe I wasn't.  
But in that maybe,  
Maybe I made efforts to try to understand the lurking theme of connection while I changed the chapters one by one.  

But this reopening of castles of old beginnings,  
Here and there, asks me today,  
Did we ghost each other?  

Did you ghost me?  
Did I ghost you?  

So this old time memorizing,  
Even though I figured out how kind and loving you are,  
Alas, the big thing is that there is no friendship between us.  

All the razors of words and tongues that didn’t and couldn’t express the words we should have spoken made the adjoining softness vanish as no feelings ruled.  

So this reopening study  
Makes my low chin observe with stroking fingers.  
Even if we are fans of the subjects, like we are physics and chemistry,  
But there is no friendship between us!  

This hits differently, but it is a truth of the unspoken textbook of this context.  

This.  
Turning the pages sometimes tells us.