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 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