I Miss You

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

for the rest of us....

Festivus, the age-old tradition that has evolved into the cash-cow consumer crack-pot creating consistent client-craze. I mean, its not everyday that people literally die for that great gift. No matter who you are, you've given in, and you should prepare yourself to be subject to another year of buildup and anticipation. Nevertheless, we will continue to live our lives as drones and leave reality by the wayside.... for the rest of us.