wait for me where I will be

I want to go out silently,
like a remote village struck by a deadly disease,
a ship with no sailors,
smoke in my lungs, closed windows,
doors all shut.

I shouldn’t be appreciated,

nor hated,

so I reduce friends to “People I know”
and from “People I know” I vanish entirely.

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