This book wasn’t written to impress anyone.
It wasn’t planned. It didn’t follow a theme.
Each poem came quietly -
out of grief, memory, unlearning, or the simple need to say something I hadn’t said aloud.
There is no arc here, no promise of healing.
Only small truths, carried in plain language, from rooms I often sat in alone.
If it finds you, I hope it meets you gently.
