Dear Stranger

Dear person I've yet to meet...

I miss you.
Wow, what an odd thing to say.

The way you'd look.
The way you'd be.
It taunts me every day.

I miss the smiles I'm sure you'd give me,
If I happen to look your way.

I miss your touch, the way you'd hold me,
If I happen to have a bad day.

The way your voice, of this I'm sure,
Would chase away my grey.

Oh dearest person I've yet to meet,
Won't you please come back to stay?