Wave after wave

Missing you comes in waves like the ocean. 
Some nights, it’s a high tide kind of night, some nights it’s low. 
But lately every night is a high tide. I often lye awake throughout the night and wonder if you think missing me comes in waves as well. I wonder what kind of tide you are having right now at this very second or if you even have them, if you even miss me at all. I hope you do anyways.