These are the poems that smell like your ex’s cologne and sound like songs you used to play in the car together. You never forget them, and maybe you don’t want to. What We Couldn’t Hold is for the ones who still remember. The ones who trace old letters like skin. Who skip the song. Who drive past ceritan street too slow. This collection wasn’t written to be shared. It was written to make it through. To give form to love that almost was. This collection is for those whose hearts are stitched with memory, who slow dance with ghosts, and who know that some loves don’t leave, they just live quietly in the background, forever unfinished.