I find, this night, myself, caught
In the middle, of a midst
Quite the example, of an emotional pickle
I have a need, to miss you, or long after
My oh my, do I...
Times as this moment of which I write
Every fiber of my world unwinds,
As I imagine to feel you near me
Therein resides that perplexed piece
To this pickle puzzle I am at such a loss for.

How can I miss, or feel my heart, lonely, thinking what if only...
I have yet to meet you.  If at all you do exist?
Regardless, I do.  I miss and hope that soon I get to meet you.