A place

Maybe we stare at screens to blind ourselves from real life
From muffled screams and what really goes on outside
And our English teachers who we thought would save us
And from bottom bleachers at a game we don't care about
Maybe we're trying to be blind or unsee things we left behind
And even as I type 'unseen' spell check's squiggly line corrects me
You can't take away what's been give and perhaps it's not your place
To forget a face, a word, a place,
To find to ourselves an empty space.