She’s on my mind sometimes when I glance at a map

A teacher who taught me about history and geography

I imagined flying over ancient empires across the globe

Being a spy listening to the lives of emperors and queens

Or being on the ground as rampaging armies attacked

A childhood crush, her lessons made me swoon

But I moved away and she moved onto another career

Today I can only wonder what happened to my history muse

When I look a map I still remember a cozy classroom

And simpler days when a big world seemed smaller