Do you?

Do you see the same sight,

every night,

as I do?

Do you feel the same light,
as I do, of the sun bright?

Because if you do,

then I'll be sending some things of yours through.  

I'll be sending some of here's din, just in case you miss it.

The comforting smell of grandma's cooking.

Some of mom's love and dad's advice.

Dad's snores and his sudoku's too.

Also,

Why don't you do, too?

Send me your aroma, which filled each and every item of your clothing.

Send me your voice, loud and irritating.

Send me some of your tears,  if you do have any.

If you'd like,  send me some of your many complaints.  Knowing you,  there will be lots.