Kind Of Missing Poem by Nika McGuin

There can be so many nuances
to an "I miss you."
I can miss you because you're far away.
I could miss you even in the same room
seated by your side on the couch.
I can miss you when the silence reverberates
and when the world becomes too noisy.
I can also miss, the you that was not you at all -
but rather, an illusion of my own making.
Furthermore, I can miss the you whom I do not know
now that we two have become so estranged.

I miss you a lot,
but not enough
to pick up the phone and call.
I miss you a whole lot,
but not yet enough
to fall backwards in time for you.
That kind of missing, it is not.