After the last

After the last death, you are free, at last,
To consider the rope once put aside --
To count the pills, clean the gun, check the gas.
This empty room has no echoes. Decide

To go, or stay; even stay your going --
From habit? To eat one last, glowing peach?
-- Admiring the blade's sliding gleam, knowing
Love is beyond this stain's corrosive reach.

To unbuckle. To breathe. Set it all down,
Unshouldered, loose, a confetti of care,
Scattering wide all that has kept you bound
To here and hurt and helplessness. So, dare.

At last you are free, after the last death.
To follow. To cease. To loose the last breath.