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 can큧 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 I큟 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.