On the nature of ‘missing’

What is the remedy
For missing those
Whom you may never see
Again?
With whom you might speak
Occasionally
Yet love
Deeply
From distances
Of thousands of miles
And from across
political boundaries
And religious boundaries
That silence the miles.

And I am not entirely sure
how much of the missing
Is me missing them
And how much
is me missing
The person I am
When I am with them.