Bound

Somedays you are everywhere.

I raise my small cup to the spout

and release the cleansing liquid

you bought me. It was on sale.

My panasonic ring calls out

your name

and the mouse scurries into my bag

bearing witness 

to you.

Hand in glove,

porch light,

satchel over shoulder.

You are everywhere.

Even this road trip

once traversed with you

brings reminders of painful final days

all downhill.

It seemed we would be

comfortable together

old & content

until the string of an apron

bound around you long ago

refused to give freedom and

you did not know

you had the strength of a man

to pull the steak from the ground

and free yourself.