Quantum Love: This is Everything I Never Said Volume II is a lyrical exploration of human connection through the strange, beautiful lens of quantum theory. In this emotionally resonant collection, love is not just a feeling — it’s a force that defies time, space, logic, and even endings.
Divided into six thematic sections — Superposition, Entanglement, Uncertainty, Entropy, Parallel Realities, and Light and Observation — these poems speak to the contradictions we carry: the longing for what almost was, the ache of invisible bonds, the complexity of being known, and the beauty of being seen.
Whether you’re mourning someone who never fully left, imagining a version of love that existed in another universe, or learning to recognize your own reflection for the first time, this book will meet you there — gently, honestly, and without judgment.
For anyone who has ever felt too much, too soon, or too far away — this is your story written in stardust and language.
Ricky Firman writes not with ink, but with gravity—each poem a pull, each silence a parallel universe he dares to enter. Quantum Love: This Is Everything I Never Said Volume II is not just a continuation of a collection; it is the echo of every heartbeat left unresolved, every goodbye still orbiting in the aftermath of longing.
In the multiverse of memory, Ricky searches not for answers, but for presence—the kind that lingers after the room has emptied, after the voice has broken, after the body has learned how to ache without sound. His verses do not conclude; they collapse and expand like time itself. They are quiet revolutions. They are constellations of what could’ve been.
A sequel to This is Everything I Never Said: Volume I, this book is a return to the words he never had the courage to speak—until now. But even now, they arrive slowly, folding through dimensions of love, guilt, wonder, and grief. For Ricky, poetry is not therapy. It is an act of surrender. It is not healing—it is remembering.
When he is not writing, Ricky walks quietly beside his wife, Sofia, and carries with him all the versions of himself that once tried—and failed—to say what mattered most. Somewhere between science and sorrow, between particles and prayers, he keeps writing—because some truths only exist in the poems we almost didn’t write.