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.