It's a Mocking Smile Across the Room

It's a cold gap,

A space that shouldn't be there,

That leaves me,

Lurching and reeling,

Praying,

With beads of sweat,

For some sense of closure here,

Some need of touch,

Of understanding,

A warm, smooth voice,

An equal,

A beloved adversary,

In passionate entanglement,

Rising to fill the loneliness,

That surrounds me like wolves,

Does anyone hear this frequency?

If you can't don't try,

Across this chasm,

Of Derailment and Wishful Tries,

Does anyone understand this?

Does anyone vie for this?