To My Students

I came upon the current of my own whim, 
Caught up in a quest for myself.
I stood before your silence and performed my insecurities;
Did your averted eyes reflect scorn or forgiveness?

I fell in love with you all to an unjustifiable degree,
Desperate to save you from yourselves,
Forbid your foolishness, chastise your selfishness;
Ought I to have done so?

And now, departed upon that same selfish tide, 
I think of you, beneath a cold, cloudless sky;
Did you find what you sought?
Do you think of me too?