disconformity

As I began to  change my mind
As I start to walk towards the light,
I feel the need for company.
As I look back, no one is there
In front, a mistery. 
Yet, I know in my heart I'm not completely alone.

But I think:
 A figure next to me will be nice too.
A tangible creature.
One that celebrates my company as much as I will celebrate theirs. 
Physical touch  is all we'll need,
 to be contempt  for the  hour.

This second soul is here.
Asleep
Wanting to walk by itself,
Looking up to me for care.
He, is not human.
But our interactions are short,
and I still yearn for company.

It's just the disconformity of my human nature.