When we got back from Thailand, she said she couldn’t “see” me anymore — “no phone calls, no emails, no texts.” She said she was setting me “free.” During the five months we dated, she noted, I hadn’t written her a single poem. That hurt, she said. Up until our breakup, I hadn’t written any poems for more than a year. Oddly, her disappointment inspired me. Freedom always breathes an air of opportunity.