Tuesday, May 16, 2006

A lonely soul

I've been thinking a lot about a professor at the university lately. He teaches music. He's very lonely. Every time I stop to say hello and chat a little with him he tells me he's doing good, he says so smiling; but looking closely I see loneliness in his eyes. He spends a lot of time in the music building... a lot of time. I see him there in the morning when he teaches (or taught, for the semester's over) his classes, midmornings taking a cigarette break (even though he told me he was quiting), afternoons walking around the art building (maybe to get away from the music building for a little, but still staying near to be safe), and at night when he goes for coffee.

I saw him every time I stayed late at school studying or working on projects. He always looked sad.... The look in his eyes is louder than his smile.

The Spring semester's over and Summer classes haven't started, but last night when I was taking my wood home from the sculpture studio I saw him getting there. He parked his car and went into the music building. He walked slowly... as if he was counting his steps... as if he had just gotten home...

I don't know if he has a wife. I know he had a daughter and she was killed in a car accident in 2001. I didn't know her, but I've heard she was an amazing person. Sometimes I wonder if he stays on the music building playing the piano for hours just to be there alone... I wonder if he cries there. Sometimes I think he does....

1 comment:

Coco said...

Thank you for your kind words and support.

Un fuerte y caluroso abrazo.