Oh Boys

xii.

He didn't understand,

but he allowed,         

maybe a little bit forced

for him to stay home for quite a while

when the triplets were born.

  

When he however asked if he could possibly,

maybe,

stay home before,

he said that she should just call in sick.

Maybe that was better than lying,

or was it better than the truth?

He didn't even remember.

 He taught children English that day,

and was unable

utterly unable

to keep their attention,

maybe because he too couldn't keep the attention

to himself and the

Subject that he was teaching them,

or at least meant to be teaching them.

"Sir," one of his students said

after he had set them on homework for twenty minutes while

 he drifted off into the world of dreams.

"Are you okay?" He looked up,

maybe a little too surprised.

"Yes." It was a short answer

 but he didn't need his students to know,

 just yet. "I am doing fine, thank you

for asking though. Is there any reason in particular you ask me?

Didn't I give you enough scores on your last assignment perhaps?" 

He knew that he was

being mean to them,

but he couldn't help it.

"No," the student said, as the 

bell rang and the period ended. "But you

seem so distracted,

and you never allowed us to talk this loud before,

you are acting all out of character."

"Maybe I'm catching up on some illnesses." He said,

because he didn't want to tell anyone. "I will be fine."