Crack in the window

Changed the sheets and wiped down the bathroom. Make sure no ones the wiser. Tell my wife and kids I love them dearly and I'm off. This drive north is long, bearable if it's just yourself taking the trip. Stopped for gas in a small town next to a lake. The smell of the water reminds me when times were simpler, when life was.......I hear her voice again. I tell myself it's the wind, but I know it's her. This coffee taste like shit. I chuckle, it's what a bastard like me deserves, burnt coffee. After taking a pebble out of my shoe, I'm back on the road, windows down, and a pit in my stomach. Wonder if it's the coffee? I doubt it.