When I depart the life of another
I shall not write an ode to self
I will not speak a good-bye
To the friends I loved.
Nor will I linger, hoping
That someone will see my shadow
On their doorstep.
When I drift away from my friends
I shall not plead for recognition
I will not make sure I am heard
By the friends I loved.
Nor will I look back, wishing
To see a friendly face turned sorrowful
At my parting.
When I slip out of another’s mind
I shall not scream and kick my legs
I will not cry tantrums of farewell
At the friends I loved.
Nor will I sorrow, knowing
That those left behind will forget
My passing.
When I leave the place I call home
I shall walk with utmost dignity
I will lift my head in recognition
Of the friends I love still.
And I will rejoice, feeling
That I have made some unmarked change
In their making.
—July, 2004
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