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
10 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



(Incubus)