When I left the high school for the last time
on Friday, March 13
I thought we’d be closed for a week.
I told my students to enjoy the week off.
I didn’t bother saying goodbye to the students
I didn’t have that day.
I left a water bottle in my room.
I left a stack of papers, ungraded.
I left a sweater.
I left homework written on the board.
I miss my students.
I miss even the annoying ones.
I miss the busy halls and filled-up lunchroom.
I miss the hectic joy of graduating seniors.
I wish we knew, when we left, that we were leaving
Because now we’re gone
And the school is a ghost town
But the ghosts have all left.