Dark Adapt

Seven billion, and counting
All we need...is one.
The supposed crowds promise company
But at the end of the day,
It's just you.
Just you and the darkness.
The night sky toys with irony,
Displaying the elaborate array of stars,
but even it knows
It's true disconnect with its predictable,
yet temporary residents.
Although we adapt to this..
this daily darkness,
We know somewhere deep inside,
That after night, comes day
And that day, may just bring us...
That one.