So I got Covid two days before graduation so I wrote this poem for my friend to read in my stead. I wrote it for one of my teachers who died and for my other teacher who was close friends with him. Yesterday was my graduation. It hurts that itβs over and I was not there to see it end but I still have the people I love and for right now thatβs more than enough. Anyways, hereβs the poem:
Here we sit and stand and float to remember past and future
Remember our teacher who like a god brought us light.
He is here now.
He is proud.
Remember the butterfly crushed by rain
Taken into the classroom
Nurtured by itβs students
Set free into the world
Where it will soar, and fall, and someday soar again
Remember us
The people we were back then
The people we have become
The people we left behind.
Changes are no more moral than a needle above flesh.
They hurt always,
But sometimes they are the cure and sometimes the poison.
Remember this very moment when you felt everything, or maybe nothing at all.
Bask in the nothing-everythingness of right now
Let it sing in your ears
Let it run down your cheeks
Let it hurt
Let it comfort
Remember how it flies up and away
A monarch butterfly.
A ghost.
A memory.
