(untitled #7) Poem by bob barci

Midnight
in an empty house.
No one else is home.
Through the rooms I roam - alone.
Refrigerator holds no bliss.
Television holds only reruns of old shows.
I share the darkness with the furniture.
They sense my solitude and remain silent.
No one knows I'm here - alone.
I make my way to the front window.
I pull the drape aside
just enough to look outside.
There also is dark silence.
Only the glow of a streetlamp is visible.
Somewhere I heard snow would come.
I stare into the night -
the silent, cold night.
No one knows I'm here, alone.
I wait alone, for snow.
Suddenly, a figure walks briskly by.
He'll never know, I stood there, watching.
Watching his every move.
Without warning, a gust of wind
brings with it the snow.
Light, fine snow at first.
I watch the snow arrive
with such intensity
that I pay no attention to the
flashing lights that come down the street.
They too, flash by, unaware of my presence.
Alone, I watch the falling snow.
I spend the night alone,
watching, just watching, for something.