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
Would I be out of line if I said
I miss you?
I see you picture
I smell your skin on the empty pillow
Next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days
But already I am wasting away
I know I will see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know
That I care
And I miss you
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