She'll come at some point,
In a moment of quiet
My fears will soften,
And fall away
In dispassionate reason
She'll sit beside me
And silently take my
Hand in hers
There'll be no drawn out
Hallway goodbyes
All of that will
Already have happened
If I am so fortunate
My suicide will come
As naturally, in its time,
As any other death
Dirty dishes may
Sit in the sink,
And damp washing may still
Hang half-dried on the line
And the afternoon sun,
May intrude through the blinds,
Turning flecks of airborne dust
Into sparkling confetti
And in that moment
As the world carries on
(As it always has,
And it always will,)
With a sigh of long
Awaited peace
I'll simply know
It's my time to go.
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