“I hate to think of you sitting in a darkened corner”
“I hate to think of you sitting in a darkened corner,”
He said to me one morning in class
And sparked great inspiration with simple words.
If I could end on a thought, that's what it would be and now
I wonder why he cared so much to say that.
I smiled and told him thanks, for lack of better words.
I felt he deserved a more gracious smile
And gave him one while he smiled back,
Making some quirky remark about another student in class,
Who hadn't been to class in 3 weeks.
I tried to force belief that he had
Peered into my soul but that is an impossible thing to do.
I wish I could believe that yet disappointment
Won't allow me to.
He was a teacher of English and had us read
Many interesting works of literature.
I was neither captivated by his smile
Or his eyes
For they were like anyone else's.
I keep taking his classes though I say nothing at all,
Just stare, and listen.
He's old, crazy and wild eyed,
And maybe that is what is keeping my attention.
After last quarter when he told me
I had a bleak sense of the world,
I didn't think I could manage to come back but he
Put a spell on me saying I should take this class.
Now I am at the end of it all,
And I still have no idea why he cares so much about
Whether or not
I have to sit in a darkened corner of the classroom,
Kept mostly to myself.