8 billion people
"There are 8 billion people in the world now." You tell me like its a fact. "Wow, 8 billion people and we are both still alone." I reply.
You punch me in the arm, "Stop being such a Debbie Downer dude." I stare at your pretty eyes. "Well I am sorry but no one else understands what we are like."
You nod your head. "Yeah, I just want to be happy."
Taking a deep breath I look out over the buildings. "I just want someone to care for us both day and night. I have you as my friend but at 12am we are the only people who see."
Taking my hand you pull us away from the edge. "C'mon Pete, lets go be pretty and dance to music in the kitchen."
Snorting I let you pull me away. "Stop being funny Har."
"Imagine if 8 billion people helped each other rather than watching life run away?" I muse as we walk down the stairs back to the apartment.
"Would we still feel so lonely as the world turns. We have each other but the truth is I wish there were more who could help a bit."