Which way

he always tells me which way to go
left, right, straight ahead, but I'd rather not
go straight ahead, I'd rather follow my nose
without consideration of the usual way,
or the best way, I want to go my way.
he heads off in the other direction, sure I
will follow, but I do not, heading off into the
dark parking lot that leads by the large oak
tree that I love in the summertime, so
he veers my way reluctantly, snorting
in some level of disgust as he changes
direction to follow me,
I love that about him.