Love, Lost
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Love, Lost
A Collection of Poems on Love and Loss
Love, Lost is a raw, lyrical dissection of love's aftermath-where heartbreak is not a single wound, but a hundred small ones. Through 25 haunting poems, this collection explores love as abandoned places, broken objects, and silenced echoes. Each piece is a relic: a fading tattoo, a stranded whale, an unanswered call, a locked diary.
With equal parts tenderness and grit, these poems don't just mourn-they autopsy. They ask: How does love dissolve? When does missing someone turn into forgetting? And why do we keep touching the scars long after they've healed?
For anyone who has ever loved too deeply, let go too slowly, or carried a ghost in their chest, this book is a mirror-and a softly whispered, "Me too."
By: Zweli Vincent Mhlotshana
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