Suddenly,
it strikes you,
you are here,
alone.
Friends,
lovers,
insignificant others,
they don't matter,
not at the end of the night, anyway.
When the sun comes down,
It's just you,
you and if you're lucky that person,
the person next to you,
with whom you share a bed,
a space, a moment,
but nothing more.
You are alone,
alone against the world,
alone for the rest of your life.
So I say it proud,
I stand alone.
I need no one,
no one needs me.
Unattached,
blissfully unattached.