The String traces the arc of loving someone you cannot hold—from a stranger's glance to the temple built inside afterward.
These poems move through jealousy, silence, and the slow unbecoming of everything the heart thought it knew. They learn to love without asking anyone to stay. They discover that release can be sacred too.
If you have ever loved without being held, or been unmade by a silence that wouldn't break—these pages are for you.
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