To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didnīt 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 canīt 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 Iīm wasting away.
I know Iīll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care.
and, I miss You.
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