Ezekiel Dean's "Intertwined" is a single question, asked quietly: can a person feel complete alone? The speaker doesn't think so, or at least fears not. Everything in the poem turns on that opening "Will I ever feel whole," which admits a sense of something missing.
What the speaker wants is not just company. They imagine a closeness so deep that "I barely can tell / Their soul from mine." The wish is to blur the boundary between two people until it almost disappears. The repeated "Without another" in the second and third lines makes the absence feel like an ache that keeps returning.
The mood is tender and yearning, with a touch of vulnerability. The short lines and simple words feel like a private thought spoken aloud. Because it ends on a question rather than an answer, the poem leaves us in that same uncertain, hopeful place as the speaker.