Dates in Suffield

My love is like the wind—
it asks for nothing,
arrives without permission,
and leaves without resentment.

It brushes your life in passing,
bends what is willing,
harms what resists,
and never apologizes for its nature.

If you do not feel it,
that is no failure of yours—
the wind does not choose the mountain,
only the movement.

I loved you freely,
and so I am free.