She Lies Awake

she lies awake
at night. there is
the ceiling,
the wall.
windows,
a door to the right.
the bed is hard.
the blankets
old and worn.
the air is heavy
with memory,
the curtains drawn.
sadness and sorrow
for all
that's gone wrong.
the numbers on the clock
are red.
the phone is there
beside her hand.
at last quiet. she reads
her books, puts
the picture to mark
her page.
a ring, a watch,
water on the night stand.
the night is long
and morning comes too soon
to start it
all again.