the roads not taken

I go another way,
today, avoiding the sites,

the trigger
spots that dot this town.

I stray far, going around,
going
out of my way

to get from point B to
point A.

I don't need
the memory

in my head. it's exhausting.
haunting

as I change the wiring
in my brain.

done with hate and regret,
I turn the wheel,

to a new road, one not taken.
it's straight
ahead.