With the old war gods Jupiter
Saturn and Mars risen in the east
and the bovine braying
from the weanling field
greeting the subtle light
of one of our earlier dawns,
I awaken to the mosquito 
buzz of your insistent
voice, your bipolar self
existing nowhere but in the
increase of bird song
that blazes through this
moonless morning.  All my senses
are attuned to the penultimate 
creak and rub of the old man
I have now become…a version
of you, sometimes strong
sometimes weak as I
navigate the distance between
us and reach the age when
you knew enough was enough
and deliberately decided to
dissolve your bond with this
life and left without me