I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.
I am now convinced,
That this is the end.
So as I raise my head towards the heavens to take one last look at the moon..
..The stars begin to fall.
—The Seventh Trumpet - August Burns Red