Road Trip

And just like that, before I even knew it, the drive was over. I made it home. And you stayed on the phone with me the entire time. Through traffic and missed exits. Through stop signs and green lights. Through pot holes and overpriced tolls. You heard me curse out every driver who didn’t use a blinker. You sang with me the jingles of the brands on the billboards. You told me stories about your family and how you used to spend hours in the car on trips, just like this one.
And now that I’m parked right outside my apartment, I find myself unable to step out of the vehicle. Because the truth is, I know inside there is nothing waiting for me. I know it’s empty. But at least on the road, on the phone with you… that is where I felt home.
So I wish I hit more traffic. And I’m kicking myself for not missing another exit or two.
Or maybe I should just get back in the car and drive to you
Because I’d rather be on the road headed somwhere until I could hear your voice
Not through a speaker, but through my window
Just so you can get in and we could go
Anywhere
And make memories worth telling to our loved ones
When we find ourselves on long car rides together
Just like this.