I miss Instructor Cecilia,
Her genuine care and stories to share
I miss Instructor Nicholas,
His lame actions and hilarious reactions
I miss their lame jokes
They seem like old married folks
The way they talk and do things
Are connected by invisible strings
Maybe more of siblings they are
Not lovers or anything bizarre
They take care of you and me
Showing us things we never could see
Not letting their anger show
I don't know how they keep it all in control
To them, we may be just another week working
To us, they mean so many different things