You're half away across the sea,
And I long to talk to you.
You're my other half,
You're my jigsaw to my puzzle,
You're my fork to my knife,
You're my person.

I miss those long strolls we take,
when we get a heartbreak.
I miss those sky gazing we do,
when it's just two.
I miss those piggy back ride,
on a sunny day,

I cant wait to run to your arms,
with arms wide open,
to feel your hug
and your warm embrace.

As your arms grip my waist,
and I'm tip-toing,
I run my fingers through your hair,
I miss you.
I miss us.