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 wastin 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.
