Because a version of this has happened to me twice in the past two weeks.
a stranger approaches
maturity’s quietude
candor blurs his angles
lankiness perpendicular to his broad shoulders
smooth aplomb, vintage messenger, scoffed loafers
Miss, do you remember me?
his smile unleashes
youth’s echo
vulnerability shrouded in tomfoolery
pudginess crowned with a pimply forehead
asymmetrical slouch, dragon sketches, untied Chucks
Yes, sweet boy. How could I forget?
a student departs
Mrs. Ram's Jams 
2 thoughts on “A Poem: A Student Departs”
Invisibly Me
You have such a way of sculpting words, I love “candor blurs his angles”, that’s got such a gentle touch to it. I wonder if any of my old teachers would remember me.. I’m sure they’d probably say I’m still pimply, short & with an asymmetrical slouch! xx
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Mrs. Ram Jam
Of course they would remember you! This generally applies to the boys. They change so much from middle school to adulthood.
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