“I will not hold you by restraining hands
Nor yet by tears that silently accuse.
You shall be free-like waters on the strands
That come, and go, and tarry, as they choose.
I will not speak of days sweet to remember,
Of lanes we trod through April sun and shower,
Of twilight trysts through early-starred November,
Prolonged each twilight by an evening hour-
No, not a word to hint of that or this,
Lest speaking so, your going I impede.
I will resign myself to all that is-
Like unto sands when cooling waves recede.
O while the strength of seeing love undone
Still stands by me, I pray you. Love, be gone.”
— You Shall Be Free by Trinidad L. Tarrosa-Subido
My gift for you…ending my prolonged and forced existence in your life.
Happy birthday to you.
Thank you for everything.