Wingless Dove

I’m sorry that I can’t get over it;
I should let you go but I can not move,
Your words are tearing me up bit by bit,
And yet I stand here like a wingless dove.
My heart stays frozen as my body falls,
I am a heap of sand washing away.
My being is dying to shed these walls,
If I trudge on my memories my fray,
You left me empty, lonely with my fears.
I wish I were a dove so light of heart,
Then I could rid my shattered heart of tears.
I would forget you but I’m in too far.
As if you never spoke those words of hate
I will be waiting, for you are my fate.