Best Detach Poems
Violet tulips
Each petal flips, another
Memory of you
©Drake J. Eszes
It would be good to escape from this place, to detach myself from heavy memories,
To leave behind the shadows and stories that have intertwined over time,
To lose myself on unseen paths, seeking the hidden mystery of the unknown,
But staying has its own charm, a bittersweet taste of nostalgia,
All those goddesses of the past, now living in their palaces of dust and dreams,
Weaving their stories with every intensely lived soap opera episode,
And those heroes from the yearbook, with their smiles frozen in time,
Have become keepers of the mundane, among paperwork and sandwiches, searching for meaning.
It's fascinating to stay and watch how dreams scatter in the wind,
How reality wears its heavy cloak over hopes and desires,
But when you step in front of the mirror, avoid seeking the truth of time,
Not to see how the years flow, how they slip away without return in life's hourglass,
In the inevitable whirl of things slowly disappearing into the shadow of forgetting.
I slowly detach, like ink seeping onto pages of lost memories,
like a song slowly fading from the mind that once swore it eternal,
everything begins gently—your name on my lips becomes a foreign echo,
your messages remain unread, not out of anger, but from fear of the unknown.
You place silence where questions once were, perhaps you don't notice how I fade,
or maybe you see and remain silent, letting me become a shadow in the corner of your eye,
this is the pain that burns quietly—not that I have scattered over time,
but that you watched me shrink in the silence between us, a dream drowned in forgetfulness.
Tell me, did you ever see the truth in my heart,
or was I already a phantom lost in my own story?
I melted like dew at sunrise in your days, a forgotten dream,
a whisper carried by the wind, lost in the void of memories that no longer matter.
You are weak, and I am a wonder
I am immovable, and you were a blunder
Never again will your ears hear the sound
Of my voice or the words of me coming around
Your eyes will not rest or gaze upon me
Our lips will not touch, this moment I'm free
It was you who choose this, it was not I
I've pined and I've prayed and I've hoped I would die
But no more - it ends now, you cease to exist
And shall be wiped clean from my mind, I'll persist
And I'll fight and I'll shut you out
And the memories, and wine, and us rolling about
Are erased, extinguished, and sapped of their joy
And the base hopes of a simple, soft boy
Who wanted and needed and waited and pleaded
And greeted you every moment and day
Will lay by the side of the road and decay
Like an animal who froze and was crushed
Cracked and broken, those words in my stomach
Never again to be spoken
I'll never look back at this path that you choose
I'll be gone, gone, gone, away and away
Not waiting and hoping to again be your prey
I'll be gone, but I'll be there the same
Like a cancerous tumor that grows in your brain
And grows to a point of pressure and pain
When you realize the wonder you tossed aside
And all of your fancy new dreams subside
When the cheap pleasure you choose to replace
Will stare you down in your old woman face
You'll slip back to that wonder I was
And you'll cry and feel that anguish
Each day 'till you die
My darlings come run get out of the arms of Lucifer come and brace your loving God~±
8/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I was thinking, and maybe it's time to step back and simply detach, to say: "Let them lose you."
I've poured my essence into someone who never perceived the contours of my value.
It's not about giving up, but about cultivating self-respect,
Love should be a two-way street, and clinging to someone who doesn't reciprocate only bestows more pain upon me.
Your love is a precious jewel and deserves to be shared with someone who treasures and returns it.
Letting them lose you might just be the necessary step to find the one who truly deserves what you have to offer.
And when it all ends, you might wonder: Will they ever realize what they have lost?
Those who failed to distinguish your brilliance from the fog of an illusion, to cherish the poem written with the lines of your soul,
Now that the birds of your love have taken flight towards untouched skies, beyond their inconsistent games, will they awake alone and empty?
You wrap their memory in a mantle of dreams and depart, a sphere of light seeking new horizons.
Wandering among constellations, your silhouette fades away, a spring refracted into thousands of buds of new hope.
And they, forgetful in the night of their indifference, can only ponder, in the silence of the fiery sunset, whether losing you is the storm they never wished for.
When you turn back or awaken in flight, you leave behind a void,
A conspicuous absence that shows how present you were,
A space where regret might roam, a wind whispering: "You were love, not just a fleeting moment."