To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didnt 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 cant 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 Im wasting away.
I know Ill see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
And I miss you.