My heart is yours…

I’d been driving north for about nine hours now, and I’d been listening to music the whole time. I sang along occasionally, and sometimes drew attention to myself by headbanging to songs that shouldn’t be headbanged to.

It’s you that I hold on to…

But now I am calm, driving at a steady pace along the open interstate. I’d left at 10 O’clock this morning, and I’d only stopped twice, for getting to my destination was the predominant thought in my mind. I smiled, thinking about the last time I’d seen her, my little girl, as I called her.

Tell me you love me…

I pictured her soft eyes, gazing into mine. She was crying in despair, for I had to leave… it was almost six months ago when I last saw her.

The tears come streaming down your face…

I promised her I’d be back, even if I had to walk. Well, I’m not walking, but it sure isn’t as nice as an airplane… it’ll do though, as long as I get to see her. I smiled softly as I crossed the border into her state.