When
you
were
so
sick
and
weak
and
others
harassed
you
I
wanted
to
scream:
the
interminable
cell phones
and
cameras
and
nagging
as
if
this
was
going
to
make
it
better
somehow
but
they
weren't
my
people
so
I
sat
and
sat
and
felt
the
pain
and
said
nothing
knowing
you
as
always
would
handle
it
in
your
own
way
which
you
did.
What
will
they
all
do
now
go
about
their
business
find
a
new
teacher --
the
latest
and
greatest
or
simply
cherish
the
memory
of
you
fixed
and
frozen
inside,
distractions
on
a road
gone
wrong.