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