Each night in the new house I farewell former lives
through broken sleep dreams.
Spot a high school crush, now mid-forties
soft about the jaw, the soft hue of his roots.
Old partners with mail they’d neglected to redirect
challenge me to a game in the penny arcade.
Night after night the past appears
asking if I’m sure, and I’m sure
I wake to my baby again and again
fall asleep to reply
I choose the life I wake to
I wake to this life and I choose it
again and again and again.