in some near night

my hands are in my pockets. i decline the quiet pill; if sleep eludes me, let it be on my terms. i walk along an empty street. people are in bed by now, long asleep. the traffic lights flick from green to red to green to red, and no cars show. at the passing of each night, these lights will continue to change, with or without me. i lie alone in the dark, where all is said and all is done, and all my loves, my bonds and my blood, all are no comfort. because the thing is, we all lie alone, side by side of each other.