To see you when I wake up
[Was] a gift I didn’t think could be real
To know that you [felt] the same as I [did]
[Was] 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[ed] your skin on the empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone [four months]
But already I’m wasting away

I [don’t know if] I’ll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know that I care
And I miss you.