I am missing you already,
and you have barely left.
A feeling in my heart,
i feel so bereft.
I know its just the weekend,
and you'll come back to me.
Its just the time i have to kill,
that makes me so unhappy.
Love sickness it is something,
that i really do have bad.
Sometimes it makes me happy,
sometimes a little sad.
I know you feel the same,
on that we can agree.
So as soon as you get home,
send a mail to me.
