I say I miss you
but it’s not exactly what I mean.
Yes I do miss the way the corner of your lips smile
and those ridiculous jokes you love telling
But I’ve begun to use those words as a placeholder.
I mean more than I miss you while you’re gone
My heart aches for you even while you stand right before me.
‘I love you’ is on the tip of my tongue
but fear holds a hand over my mouth
and I settle for ‘I miss you’ yet another time.