A Walk Into Obivion Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a way to come
and then just watch
everything

you are not one
of them
and they do not
know you
and you are not
interested to
know anyone
of them at all

they look at you
somehow
quizzically

and you feel their
anger

when they leave
after
you watch them
they speak only
about themselves

there is a way
to leave
without use of
words

and you remember
a few of those who
were here once
and who were very
much in your
situation

you blink
and then you too
shall take a walk

into oblivion
where no one remembers you

just the way
you like it.