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

Published by Fatima

wife + mom. sustainability strategist, interior designer, writer. sharing faith and our domestic church. creating a slow, sustainable, low waste home.

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  1. lol i ono what these ppl are talking about but i’ll prop you neway! lol nice seein ya again on saturday, it’s been since uuuh october lol leave me one ^_^

  2. hello faye hello faye hello faye hello faye hello fayebye faye bye faye bye faye bye faye bye faye bye fayei love you faye i love you faye i love you faye i love you faye- awww- awww what?- * **** ***!!!tee hee hee talk to you later sPoRk

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