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. <3
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. <3
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