I Miss You

I swear I don't
miss you at all.
not the way 
you light up my day
over the simple things
you do to make my day;
or how you make everything
sound interesting
from the complex to the mundane.
who am I kidding,
when I say I don't miss you?
if every waking and dreaming
moment I spent,
were mostly filled
by thoughts of 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.