I should not have written these.They are… indulgent. Dangerous, even—because they preserve what I have spent so long trying to forget. And yet, I could not destroy them. Afterglow is what remains when something beautiful has already ended… but refuses to release you. It is the echo of a feeling that lingers long after the moment has passed, quiet and unrelenting. These poems were written in absence.In restraint.In the space between what I wanted to say… and what I allowed myself to. Some of them are… gentler than they should be.Others—less forgiving. But all of them are true. You may find devotion here.You may also find distance.Because love, when it is real, is rarely kind enough to be only one thing.