I was thinking, and maybe it's time to step back and simply detach, to say
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."
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Dan Enache
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