I’m not crying for now

But that won’t always be the case.

You are so much more than one memory.

You are so much more than a day.

Instead I think of you when I read Vonnegut,

Or when I talk about Freud or Piaget.

I’ve started using mushrooms in my lasagna

As you recommended, by the way.

I’m sad when I think about how you are missing:

At graduations, reunions, Earth Day,

Those seniors won’t have the pleasure

Of you reviewing their college essays,

Sometimes when I think of a student

Whose sadness you would’ve better allayed

I don’t know if you realized

How much you were a mainstay.

I’m not crying for now,

Nor did I cry yesterday,

But we’ll see what happens when I’m

Inevitably reminded of you one day.