In An Emptied Place Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They sit there remembering what it was
To be outside of your classroom:
Shadowed into the reminiscences they have to
Move away from every day:
Busses collecting upon the busied mounts
Of high school whatever it was that you were
Meant to describe to them:
This art in the daydream of a dead end:
And they play baseball or they forget their locker
Combination:
They kiss the other truants, and they say their
Amens:
It is only they who know what they do:
But I still remember my memories of you—
Lost upon the bleachers of outer space—
Many now a tombstone in an emptied place.