Incubus

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 am 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

Miss you