Parts of this one are even almost true.
They don’t let just anyone in, here,
Though there aren’t many students left
This time of year. I tell them, haltingly,
That I’ve come for the exhibition, the play
That the last dregs of the senior class puts on.
The office ladies are not unwilling to believe me, but
They do not let me through until I tell them, also,
That my fiancee works here. Then, I am allowed to pass into
The hallway, find first the open space of gym where
The play is going on. I have to stop, though I want
To reach my fiancee as fast as possible, because in
The stands sit both my grandparents, alive.
They recognize me, but only vaguely,
Too caught up in watching the show. But I hug
Them anyway, knowing that if I don’t, I will regret missing