In a tent

She lives in a tent
in a place she’s not
supposed to be,
and the dull light
from inside makes the
cold falling rain visible
as she lies inside
waiting for sleep to fall
and the night to hide her life.

She used to live in a home,
a modest place in a dull suburb,
and work enough to pay
the rent, but that was when
things were good;
how they are changed,
and here, alone, she drifts
to sleep, and she does not
think about tomorrow, which
will be the same,
but what she had when
times were not the troubled
ones that brought her
to this space beside
the highway on a raining night.