To see you when i wake up
Is a gift i didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as i do
Is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that i can't explain.
So would i be out of line if i said,
I miss you.(?)
I see your picture, i smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already i'm wasting away.
I know i'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But i need you to know that i care
And i miss you.