the ties that bind

All the space I used to occupy

among all the people that I loved and that loved me

we spent an eternity in old bars where we knew the bartender

and he knew my drink

We talked of our frustrations and now lost opinions of things

that mattered so much then

Each time I try to return

every soul that I swore was tied to mine

has loosened their hold just a little

frayed or broken off

the way that neglected rope will after some time

Would it have taken that much from me to tend?

but for the ones I did

they are the ties that bind me to this ever shifting ground

the best thing I have ever found

in all the places I have been

love in their eyes

for love, I am scattered in pieces about the earth