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

All for the best

The truth that hid within your eyes
was clear to all, but I was blind.
Searching inside for reasons why,
you would hurt those that treat you kind.

Together we both learned to fly,
a perfect fit, unique design.
I thought this love would never die,
but somehow feelings just declined.

You turned so cold as time sped by,
emotionless, and so confined.
It felt like winter in July,
as happy times tumbled behind.

Picked up my head then held it high,
synching my heart, body, and mind.
Let past hurts leave, I said good bye,
removing doubts, gaining self pride.

Push myself hard for one more try,
watching as links swiftly align.
Wishes flutter up to the sky,
connections appear well defined.

I pray that all your hopes comply,
knowing my path will be divine.
Powerful source always supplies,
my needs all met, all wants I find.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Lick the envelope,
bid you a farewell.
Melancholy smiles
mute the words I yell

Holding the letter
that carries my thoughts.
Logic in answers,
yet feeling distraught

Handing it over,
receiving my own.
Thankful for moments
with lessons now known

Taking unpaved paths,
detached and set free.
Leaving your presence,
returning to me

Reading this letter
helps me realize.
My ultimate peace,
is the valued prize

Goodbye and farewell,
hope life grants you ease.
May you find your way,
flowing with the breeze

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Bidding a farewell.
Moistening the envelope,
that flies with the breeze.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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