Homesick Road Trip

His arms are home and I feel so far away. Miles away and I wished I didn't leave. Who would have thought a packed car could be so lonely. Full of family and possessions but, void of what I wish to possess. The lines on the pavement blur as I try to be less homesick. Homesick for him. I tell my self be strong. I've been far before for much longer. I can do it. I know I can but, then my thoughts start to linger again and come back to him. All we do. All we have done. All I want to do the rest of my life. Then I talk to him and he doesn't seem as far.