I celebrate this day alone; no one knows.

Quiet moments of solemn reflection,

 A candle or two, some genuflection.

No one else knows that I revere this day.

In anonymous, silent celebration.

                                This day, the fifteenth of May.

 

Twenty years ago, at a place in the past,

We shared a meal, well away from the crowd.

“It may be therapeutic!” I heard you say.

                           And the therapy, clearly, was here to stay.

 

 A seismic shifting of tectonic plates,

 New oceans grew from incipient streams!

The genesis of a fresh new life,

Shared with the woman of my dreams.

 

You freed a tortured soul.

You soothed a troubled mind.

You made me whole.

 

The fifteenth of May,

 Independence Day.