the best teacher ever

we both cried.

we won't breath in the same stale

classroom air,

we won't fill the same room with 

trills and vibrato.

the best teacher ever is leaving us

behind

he'll be in a different room breathing

the same air as a different set of students.

we loved each other.

sometimes love must be at a distance

each breathing their own air and 

playing their own melody

only to criss-cross in a duet sometimes.

not as much, but maybe just enough

to remember the generosity of

every week of every month

of so many years.

I cried and tears squeezed from

his eyes.

the best teacher ever,

I will miss you so.