I come to you, heart on my sleeve,
to say farewell before I leave.
To lay the truth out on your hands,
in hope that you could understand.
I trust that we will be just fine,
once I express thoughts on my mind.
In breaking down our concrete wall,
all issues will instantly fall.
I look at you, feeling dismay,
as your eyes do not look the same.
Your face became a hollow mask,
as if my presence is your task.
My ego rises as I see,
your smile wants to belittle me.
My words come out a jumbled song,
absorbing peace and feeling wrong.
Regain my self control once more,
antagonizing looks ignored.
Came here this time to make things right,
final goodbye without a fight.
Am doing this to close old ties,
without the need for petty lies.
You have your path and I have mine,
both living happy distinct lives.
– Grace Y. Estevez