I Miss You
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.