M!sSinG You

I am tired,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little ink drops,
And posting it.
of thinking about you,
first thing when I wake up in the morning,
& also last thing before I sleep.
Missing you could turn from pain to pleasure,
if I knew you were missing me too.

I Don't know you well,
& you don't know me well either.
But, why is it that your face,
your name,
your smile,
your voice,
keep popping up in my head?