I miss you

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 10 days,

But already I'm wasting away

I know I'll see you again

Weither far or soon

But I need you to know

That I care

And I miss you

Incubus