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.