looking out the window from apt. 704

from her window

in 704

of the old high-rise building,

she stares

out

at the world going by.

lonely,

heavy and bored.

too tired to dye

the roots anymore.

she smells cabbage in

the hall,

hears a baby crying, a dog

barking.

she wonders

with her elbows on the sill

watching the grey rain

fall,

the cars

going by,

where did it all go wrong.