Echoing Forever

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>This book is built from a fracture in time. What you'll find between its pages is not simply love-it is Forever itself: unyielding unrelenting and beautifully impossible. Nate writes not to preserve a person but to preserve the ache of infinity. When Forever slips beyond reach the only answer is to make it real in verse.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>In these poems Forever isn't a destination-it's the haunting pull between what was and what always will be. It's the echo that returns with new shape new sorrow new grace. It's not perfection-it's persistence. A force that reshapes you lingers in silence and seeps into everything unspoken.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Each line is an offering to the gods of what-could-have-been. A slow orbit around memory desire failure and yearning. This is love as gravity. Time as ruin. Forever as a wound that doesn't close-and a pulse that never dies.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>To write of Forever is to disobey ending.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And this book is pure defiance.</span></p><p></p>