Progression of scenes:
A knock on the office door.
Me wading through papers
and people to open it.
A wordless student.
Two moist, brimming eyes.
"Good-bye, teacher".
Questions unanswered.
Me searching for the right thing to say.
"Don't give up your dream... Continue your education
wherever you are... I enjoyed teaching you..."
Words that never quite fit in the jigzaw.
My outstretched handshake
grasped and pressed to a forehead for a
silent eternity of seconds.
Me babbling again.
Finally wordlessness mercifully sets in ,
For really, what is there to say
in the face of dashed dreams?
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What can be said in those circumstances? I think our students don't know how much they can break our hearts.
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