Ring

After the house is empty

curled on a too small bed,

heedless of discomfort

(it has become a world where nothing fits)

she clutches a patient stuffed animal

Ring

He closes the door of his office

leans his head against it, weary

out of new habit, removes his glasses

breathes deeply

wishes for control

Ring

A week, a month, a year

A hundred years

A thousand

Ring

Ring