Home?

Home at last, or so I thought
but since leaving you, happiness is distraught
the things I left behind, with you
equal more than I brought back it's true.
Long days and even longer flights,
my body is tire but my mind is not alright,
seeking you the only way it now can
with photographs it makes it's final stand.
You're there, and I am here this is true
but distance doesn't exist for me and you.