difficult puzzle

sweet night air
washed out highway
traffic rumbles on through
on - route,
to their destination
i sit here asking
for my friend to comfort me
he begs of my questions
while the evenings' rain
silently,
showers the car park
beneath my apartment
sometimes my loneliness
is palpable
like the quiet of the ocean
sore misery for my loss
is the gain of some other
there remains a beat of my heart
that wishes for the touch
of a lover
but few friends can help
someone stuck - as i am
the truth is the heart lost
it was not a conundrum.