These poems don’t aim to offer comfort in familiar ways. They sit with the in-between — the moments we often skip past, the feelings we don’t always name. Love appears, but not neatly. This isn’t a book of answers. It’s a space to notice what usually goes unnoticed — the pauses, the questions, the small shifts within. If you’ve ever felt like you’re learning how to live with yourself all over again, some of these lines might feel like they’ve been waiting for you.