for my angel

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.

Incubus
I miss you