Voyeur

I’ve watched you undress
from my room
across the way,
in the deep silence
of the snow.

I gaze at the buildings
around me that wake,
that speak to each other each day,
that nestle each evening
into the dark,
that sleep with each other
each night,

and I cannot help but feel
impoverished,
along with all the faces 
that press against the panes
of all the windows on the street.