The blue night is Toronto's only means of transportation for late night travelers.
This is a collection of poems written about/for/with, the people on those buses.
Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy.
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