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The Long Way Home

Mara Okonkwo

Free verse · Memory

I could take the highway.I take the long way past the school,past the house we almost bought,past the diner that closed in March.

I tell myself it's for the scenery.It is not for the scenery.I am just not readyto already be there.

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