Alone.

Every loss we mourn alone.
In the dark, we cry alone.
When we smile, we smile alone.
Every joy we have, alone.

Every memory we keep, alone.
Every story we think, alone.
Every year we are alone.
Every night we are alone.

For all the grief I'll say no more.
For every moment we won't relive anymore.
For every self, we are no more.
For all the truths we once thought more.

And every truth was hiding more.
In fact, it was just that, no more.
And I know one thing, nothing more.
We come alone, we die alone.

But in-between we never are, at all, alone.