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.