“we had everything we wanted,
we were the only things missing.”
I finished this book at the beginning of October. It was the perfect poetry book to end my days with. It’s a periodic back-and-forth of alternating point of views. You get this allusive “he” and “she” perspective. It’s never quite concrete as it is more open to interpretation.
It was illusive flipping between poems, like a never ending volley of empathy and relation. I’ve never read anything like this and I found it refreshing. Topics about lovers, past, present or new, are always of interest to me. The many forms of love and all its grandeur will remain never ending.
This collection of poems was something from the past, brought to fruition in the present and most likely carried into the future. Hurts, lies, truth, pain and enamoration: are all words we carry as scars or marks as the tellings of our hearts.