Written in the car...on the way home from the airport...

My eyes fill up as we pull out of the lot.

The lights glistening bright in the distance.

Saying goodbye is the hardest thing for me to do.

I'm not as strong as I come off to be.

Sorry.

It only feels like home when you're here.

Don't leave anymore.
Stay.

This is becoming too much for me.

How many times will I have to say goodbye to you?

The piano plays quietly in my ear as I watch the cars flash by outside my window.

65 down the highway.

My eyes still fight back tears as the lyrics come in...

"You can breathe, you can breathe now, you can breathe but the air is running out..."

I miss you.

The way the car just glides over the pavement won't be

enough to get my mind away from this depressed feeling.

I just want this to go away.

We get home, back to your grandma's.

I still feel down, but we all sit down at the table.

Begin to talk, than suddenly the tears are coming out uncontrollably.

"Its so hard...when he leaves," I manage to get out between gasps.

I'm sorry.

I miss you.

My best friend,

the only guy who I can talk to about everything,

my brother.

It only feels like home when you're here.