Companion

Spending an evening in the company of those I know
I realize the loner I have been in life these days
With all the guys, at work and after work, around

I feel the need for someone, to get rid of the feeling
Someone who would not bring me a burden afresh
With nomenclature for the company I will have
And hence, I call that someone a companion.

A companion who would feel the same need as I do
And hence would appreciate how it would be

I sleep alone in this couch longing for her
Who hasn’t turned up, yet does exist
I am not in love nor am I waiting to be
All that I yearn for this day would be
Pure passionate emotional companionship
That would last this night and live the day later

This couch is too crammed for me to turn around
But seems spacious if I were to have a companion
Who would be in my arms in this space so small yet not
It is nothing purely carnal, though it puts in its part
But is more of the sense of companionship it would be