Lover or Friend

"Despair, Despair" cries my heart with every passing minute without your call.
Though not expected, hoped in fact, that the sound of you voice to my ears would fall,
Oh I know not your voice from that of a stranger,
But I must question what is the greater danger,
Passing you by without a word or gesture,
Or talking to you and mistaking your words texture,
For that of an acquaintance or a friend,
And not seeing for us what’s just around the bend.