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