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 say

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.