Vista previa
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.