HEAVEN CLOSES AT SEVEN

There are people we leave, and there are people who continue living inside us long after they have gone.

This collection follows the second kind.

Across fifty poems, a woman moves through devotion, betrayal, memory, anger, tenderness, and the slow, difficult work of returning to herself. Here, love is not a destination, but a force capable of remaking the body, altering language, and changing the shape of home.

These poems do not search for neat endings or easy redemption. Instead, they linger in the ordinary places where loss quietly survives: familiar streets, untouched jackets, unanswered messages, and the habits of a heart that keeps reaching for what is no longer there.

Written with startling intimacy and lyrical precision, this is ultimately not a book about losing another person. It is about finding the woman who remained after everything else was gone.

For anyone who has ever mistaken devotion for disappearance, these pages offer neither consolation nor instruction.

They offer recognition.