Because

Because no matter how lit the sky seems, it's always dark at the end of the day;

And because no matter what anyone would lead you to believe, it's just you, all alone at the end of the day.

Because the gifts, flowers, memories, they all die when the bond dies;

And because the emotions left behind, are just your cross to bear, alone.

Because, my dear, you're all you've got when the curtains are drawn, lying, dying, all alone;

And because, like a marathon that this is, the world moves on and keeps moving, even if you slow down, or stop in your tracks.

Because Even your shadow – your own reflection – leaves, once the lights leave;

And because, your physical self, the entire being, the body leaves, when the lights shut out.

And through all this, there's a realisation like this, that takes you by shock, surprise, bewilderment.

And that, there, in those seemingly inconsequential moments, is the tiny part called "life", rest everything, is well, just not it.