the unfinished poem I found lost at the back of my notebook

The company of one.

I don't need many, not even a handful; just the company of one.
One.
The one whose presence is so all-encompassing that everyone else present is falls into the shadows, unseen.
All I can focus on is those eyes. Those eyes that follow me from one side of the room to the other. Then I relax.
Later that night, with my head on his chest, I move to the rise and fall of his chest, rising and falling just like my emotions which change like the wind under his spell.
The company of one, that's all I ever wanted. The one who could evoke a smile, even one a bad day.