Once upon a time, in a world that was both too small and too cruel, a young girl dreamed of escape. She was made of words and wishes, of ink-stained fingertips and melodies unsung, and she longed to become someone of her own making. But the past clung to her like shadows at dusk, whispering that she would never truly be free.

And then, she met him.

He was not a prince, nor a knight, nor the kind of hero that stories are usually written about—but he was kind, and he saw her. In his eyes, she was not the girl who ran from ghosts, but the girl who could create magic with nothing but a pen. And so, they became friends.

Oh, but it was never just friendship.

There was something in the way they spoke in half-sentences, in the way silence between them hummed with all the things they did not say. A love that never quite became, but never truly faded, either. For decades, they danced around it, apart but never gone, tethered by invisible threads and the poems she wrote in his name. He was her muse, whether he wished to be or not.

But life has a way of stealing things. And when her world turned dark, he could not bear to watch. She fought her way back into life, but by then, he was only a story she told herself in the quiet hours. And still, he was a part of the world in which she became herself. Until, one day, he was gone.

And something inside her broke—then mended, then took shape in words she had carried for a lifetime.

This book is a farewell. A love letter to the boy who was never hers, to the poet she became because of him, to the years spent weaving dreams into verse. It is a story of love and loss, of the ghosts we hold close, and the echoes that remain long after the last goodbye.

Hardcover edition
Page Count: 156 pages
Trim: 6''x9''

This is poetry with a twist.
There comes a point in the book - much like in life sometimes - where things get turned upside down.
That is when you will have to turn the book and read on from the other side.