It haunts me when I see my empty classroom.
Still behind those desks, I see us ,
smuggling Cheetos and candies.

My heart aches when I look at the practice ground ,
lush green yet so dull;
but during recess , it turned into Piccadilly Circus.

When I stand in the corridor,
I can still hear people running;
towards the now empty cafeteria.

The silent intercom mocks at me now.
The board saw the most hilarious incidents.
But now I am, the teacher here, I should be in my class.
I have students to teach and maintain the discipline.
But right now,
I am standing between My Past and My Present.

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