The bells no longer ring.
The halls are empty.
The boards are blank.
No laughter in the cafeteria.
No flitting of pages in notebooks.
No bodies pressed tightly going up and down the staircase.
There are no chairs scraping against the floor.
And no desks decorated with grafitti.
As a teacher, one is happy on the last day.
However, I see it as a bittersweet symphony.