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 it’s 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.
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