Some departures never leave.

They echo. They ripple. They Circle in dreams and quiet moments when the world has gone still.

Here, goodbyes are not clean breaks, but tides that keep returning, reshaping the shore.

Across six movements, from drift to cosmic return,

These poems trace the wake of conversations left unfinished, the weight of absences that still hold shape and the quiet fire of learning to rise from what remains.

This is not a book of clossure, it is a book of listening to the currents beneath your own silences, to the small stubborn embers that survive every burn.

If you ever stood in the afterglow of something that would not return, if you ever carried unanswered questions in your chest like a second heartbeat.

These pages will know your name.