Eve Aaker

Some stories are easier to tell in pieces. In these poems, memories linger in unexpected places. A familiar room, a changing season, a quiet morning, a hand held a little longer than necessary. There are things left unsaid, things we wish we could undo, and things we learn to carry without ever quite understanding why. Between what was lost and what remains, these poems wander through the spaces where love, memory, and time become difficult to separate. Not every question is answered. Some are meant to follow you home. Some things leave us. Some things change us. And some things, despite everything, we keep.