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.