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.