Loneliness: My Sole Companion Poem by Muhammad Umair

Minutes, hours, days, weeks,
Months and years go on,
Loneliness, holding my hand,
Treads with me and never 
Leave me alone.
Arm in arm, we have oscillated
Between the crowded streets of misery
And the empty streets of sheer happiness.
Sometimes, we wrestle and
I abandon it—my room, my house 
And run far, far away.
Moving to a new place, I see it already 
There, lying like a cat, sitting on a mat,
Wagging its tail. 
Sometimes, it and I sit beside the window
And, holding each other's hands, we
Talk and talk and never halt until the
Darkness disappears in the sky.
In the echoes of laughter,
In all the shed tears,
In moments of ecstasy,
In moments of melancholy,
It has never forsaken me.
If there is any hereafter, as people believe,
I would want to be rejoined by it there too.