The Door Left Ajar

Did you ever consider
a little "hello"
when that door was left ajar,
or perhaps a "thank you"
on lazy afternoons
between lectures on Biology
and Cognitive?

Perhaps not... but no...
...we must not reflect
on what we could have
but did not. But let's reflect on
the times we laughed
hysterically in the lecture hall
deciding on whether a heater
is more important than water
on the moon. Because in the backdrop
of our snickers and childish jokes
there was another who looked
over us and smiled and guided us
as we laughed, and thought about
studies by Asch and Milgram
and grew from what she taught us.

On a day when disbelief
numbs the senses and drives us to
retreat, we can always wipe away
tears knowing there was some closure
because we had grown
and learnt and matured
in her presence.
And although that door
will not be left ajar anymore,
being more of a person than we were
when we first met her
is good enough proof
that we will always miss her
and will always cherish her so.