I don't think I'd want to leave in a dramatic fashion With a glorious party full of people giving their best wishes. I'd think I'd much rather it be totally unknown that I had gone; people still going about, not noticing the lack of me.
I would probably just slip on a coat, a hat, and some glasses and slip out a side door while everyone mingles in large groups. I would simply melt into the sea of faces walking along the street and become like a drop in the ocean. Indistinguishable.
Written 10 March 2016... this was going to be my last poem.