Midnight Tea Poem by bob barci

I could not sleep, ya see,
I long for company.
Being alone is not my thing.
I reach across the bed and find nothing.
From my bed I arose
to stretch and scratch my toes.
In my nakedness I headed for the kitchen.
I checked out the closets to find what's in.
I hoped to swallow some midnight tea.
With no blinding lights to see
I rely on moonlight coming in from a window.
I manage a stove flame, kept on low.
Luckily, there's a pot, with just enough water.
Closet contains a jar of loose tea.
In this dark, where can it be?
Should be somewhere over here.
I think, I hope, this is it.
To drink tea in the dark,
By the glow of the moon,
sounds somewhat romantic.
Too bad I'm alone.
A pause.
A tear.
Boiling water.
Back to what I'm here for.
A cupful.
I sip.
Yes, it's tea.
I thought it would help,
but I'm still here
and more aware of my loneliness.
Sometimes it does the trick.
Other times, like now, it's a detriment.