Let me not say "missing you"

My verse

when it revolves around thinking of you

in a way that is a strange mix of

yearning and a smile

has there two words in common,

"missing you"

and it is perplexing

because whenever I write these two words,

I do really miss you

and it changes the plot

whatever I write

turns into pure yearning

Today, I thought

of devising a plan

I will not say that I miss you henceforth

can I replace there words with

a set of five or six words,

like "in the aura of your sweetness"

or "meddling my thoughts with you"

or even, "in love with your existence?"

People may argue that words are creation

of a human mind

so what will happen If I keep on saying that I am

"missing you"?

I am not aware of someone else' thoughts

I do not want to trade off yearning with desperation

If I am in love with your existence

I see you everywhere

hence, no point of saying that I miss you

Now this decision looks like it will not change

and I feel relived in a certain way

my truth is that your presence in my life is

a healing centric proposition

you are here and now

and I spend my days and nights and

the highs and lows of this eternal drama of breathing daily

with my truth

that you are around

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