We couldn’t be any more different from one another

you’re blonde,

I’m brunette,

you’re happy,

I’m sad,

you’re alone,

I’m surrounded by people, yet I still feel alone.

You’re dead,

gone.

Now I can only feel your presence in the darkness.

In the dark, we are all sad-

alone

dead.

Maybe we aren’t so different after all.

Whether here or gone,

we all look the same in the dark

blinded by the shadows that outshine us.