From The Mouth Of Horace Poem by Suzanne Louise Bishop

If you don’t hear from me assume I am gone
I’ve taken the city because I’ve lived here too long
I’m walking down Main Street in the wetness of night
Because I don’t want its cars or its halogen lights
If you can’t find me then I left long ago
I’ve seized the skyline and its fire orange glow
I’m riding the late bus with folks I’ve not met
Because I don’t want their sorrows or daily regrets
If you don’t see me then I’ve gone on ahead
I’ve reclaimed the sidewalk I too often tread.
Tell my friends not to look for me,
Tell the papers I’m dead.