Will not impose on your new life,
just need to know you are alright.
Did you turn on the outdoor lights?
or was it dark throughout the night?
Hate to impose but need to ask,
was I in love with a worn mask?
Is your heart numb? Did it turn black?
How did our love become a task?
Sad to impose, but one more thing.
Now that I left, does your heart sing?
Have you discovered your own wings?
Is life much better without strings?
Will not impose, focused with me,
with clear visions of what will be.
Standing as firm as a proud tree.
Floating like waves sailing the sea.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on March 11, 2021