unafraid's Diaryland Diary

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I Miss You - 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'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.

12:45 a.m. - Aug. 23, 2001

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