A beautiful collection of poetry by a person I once counted as a friend when we were kids finding ourselves on Harry Potter message boards and play-acting at characters as we figured out who we were. I wish, I so wish, I had seen that Caleb published this 2 months ago. I wish I had had the opportunity to read it and give him feedback before tragedy struck. And I wish I'd stayed in touch with him when we fizzled away from the forums that once bound us. But I did not, and I found this poetry book when I learned of Caleb's untimely passing. And all I can say is that this is a legacy worth leaving, even if the death came too soon.