Past Lives

A flash of driving west across Arizona enters my mind
and leaves me missing a version of myself that exists now only in memory. 
I don’t know if I knew it then, but I love her — 
this version of me desperately seeking answers to questions she didn’t know she had.

An hour later, I see myself navigating the same interstate, 
yet further east this time.
She is hungry for a taste of where she once lived, 
as if one meal could make her forget how hard this living is.  

I dreamt last night I picked up the phone and called you, 
“I know this is fast but we made the right choice.
We’re going to be happy here.”