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 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 still smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know,
That I care
And I miss you