You will not see my exit, <br />your eyes not seeing me tonight <br /> <br />You will not see my back turned <br />to you... your own face <br />turned the other way, <br /> <br />You will not see my hollow eyes <br />speaking my sorrow at that which <br />is lost between me and you, <br />lying somewhere with the complimentary <br />nuts and the stale drinks on the table <br />for all the world to see... (if all the <br />people in this dark place can be <br />surmised to be the world, that is) <br /> <br />this world which swallows people <br />and digests them until they all are <br />nothing but sallow faces and hollow <br />eyes... <br /> <br />so please, don't look for me... <br />let your eyes not follow me in case <br />I feel the urge to look back... <br /> <br />and I be turned into a pillar of salt.<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-be-leaving-now/
