I hold a dove of peace so gently in my hands. She longs for open skies, not another cage of love. I know I’ll miss her when her wings catch the wind. There will be an empty silence where her heartbeat used to be. So I open my hands. Fly now… I release you, not because I stopped caring, but because I finally understand. I have nothing left to give you except your freedom. May the wind carry you to where your heart belongs. And if you ever remember me, remember these hands— they never tried to break your wings, only held on a little too long. And if one day the road becomes too heavy, or silence feels too loud… You know where to find me. I’ll still be here, wishing you peace, hoping you smile. Go with my blessing, and carry no guilt. My door will never be locked, my heart will never wish you harm. Fly free, my peace dove. I’ll miss you… more than you’ll ever know. But love is not a prison. So I let you go. And if you ever need me, I’ll be here. You know where to find me.
