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.