Mr. Teofilo

floating bodies of despair surrounded me today
or at least that’s what it seemed like
they all stuck out
the ones who cried, rubbing their make-up less
or masculine eyes
because being a guy doesn’t change this grief
and being a girl, the pain felt the same for me
his respected soul now gone far away
at the sudden strike of evening with a blast of cold air
have a nice weekend!
see you monday!

but he isn’t there
but he isn’t there
on monday

these parental figures of teachers we see
crying, crying. the strong ones we see
them crying, crying. and the blasted tears fall
from us too
against our floating faces
our floating bodies of despair
surrounding each other today

or at least that’s what it seemed like
while paying attention in class was out of the question
as his face kept playing back in my head
my own tears against my own floating face
spilling over against
my close ones’ shoulders

he used to tell me i played piano well
while he sat in his office, my musical notes echoing into his alive ears
during free periods
we had no idea

i’d give anything
to have school on wednesday

but i’ll be singing at his memorial
instead…

Mr. Teofilo

mwizzy94

Joined October 2011

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