To miss someone while also being missed is nice, right?

Thinking of the person and of their embrace so tight

When you finally see them and the buildup of

Touch, smell, rub…the bursting of love

When was I last missed?

Not by family or colleagues, but by the one I kissed?

I miss being missed.  When did it happen last?

My current feeling is it happened deep in my past

I realize now, that to be missed is to be wanted

Do I actually want to be missed or simply to be wanted?