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 am 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