She is in death dying
Good bye yet unsaid
She was She
Now She is it, not “IT”
She knew
IT was hers to own
IT was her persona
IT was hers to command.

She knew
It and IT will soon part
Not know how or when
Chose not to ask why
For She knew well
The fragrance of life
Lived yesterday.

She is a non-person
It is voiceless
It lays motionless
Viewless of the world
Soulless if you will
It does not know her
Does not fit her
Not sing her songs
Nor air her persona.

When she was She
She knew
Life will move on
And pass this way again.