Where Love Heals

I drove past your street today.

Not by accident.

I took your exit—
let my body remember
what my mind was trying to forget.

I got close enough
to feel it.

Close enough
to know how easy
it would be
to turn left.

But I didn’t.

I turned right.

And that—
that felt like something.

You crossed my mind yesterday.

Your birthday.

I thought about reaching out.

I didn’t.

And today,
as I was thinking of you—

you texted.

For a moment,
I felt it again.

Not confusion.
Not hope.

Just the pull
of something
that used to feel like home.

But I know now—

I am not going back
to something
that asks me to shrink.

So I kept driving.

And even on the way back—

I didn’t turn.

Today,

I chose the road
that didn’t lead to you.


JMS