She let go
of her name
watched it drift
away
a thing on the tide
separate to herself.
A thing now
to be
denied.
She undid
her self
watched it
now fall to the floor
kicked it
carelessly to one side
as if stepping out
of a dress
she had worn for far
too long.
She unclasped her love
of the world
put it aside
carefully and with
a little regret.
And then
she stepped into
her death
as if she were
stepping into
a bath.
“So, this is
it? ”
she laughed.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hurry-up-now-it-s-time/
