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
