existential party quest

I am here...

I am here...then I am not here. Many are here
and then I am not. I am there. Must be. But
I cannot see the view there from here. Maybe

I am not here. Maybe I left and no one noticed. Even I missed me
on the way out the door, and I did let the door
hit me. I am not here, but

there must be someone here to observe that. Wait.
Many are here. Still. It does not seem

or feel how it would feel

if I were one of them. I feel much
like me, but gone. Who is observing
that I am gone.

It must be me. And the only place
for that to happen is here, and the only time
is now...therefore I AM

Here.

Hey! Thanks Descartes!

It just doesn't feel how it would feel
if I were. This must be what parties
always feel like. I guess

I forget between parties