The Exit

One by one, each one left.

Some edged out sideways
A few had the grace to look sorry
And others shuffled their feet and looked about nervously
Before slipping out when they thought they weren’t being watched
Several melted away into the dark world of forgetting and being forgotten

But you just opened the door and walked out
An anticlimax exit to a grand entry and a grander stay
But all it was to you, was a passing through
And that is what hurt the most.

One thought on “The Exit

  1. […] ways, the ugliest, most painful sensation being the fact that they came off so easily. I think this poem from my past captures the feeling perfectly. That time was about one person leading a crowd of others. This time, […]


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