Beautiful nothings shape us —
songs, silences, hands once held.
This is a book about womanhood,
about leaving,
about love, ache, and starting over.
Forty-four poems that bloom and bruise,
carrying the scent of rain,
the taste of memory,
and the sharp sweetness of becoming yourself again.
Hold it close
on rain-heavy nights
or quiet mornings
when you need reminding —
you are whole.
