It did not hurt as much as she thought it would.
Like the dull, throb of the morning after;
Like the raw larynx of a personal trainer returning from a day of motivational shouting;
Like watching yourself fall, hearing the thud, but realising tears, pity are not warranted.
They knew it would come.
Inevitable, disappointing, ache.
A kiss to the forehead. A smile.
And it is done.
now I dance.