Thieme's first collection of nineteen poems is drawn from the lost magic of a waning romance. The poems are a search for meaning for "a love / that once, too briefly, thought the stars / and their fatal arcs made sense," but the answers are elusive. The tone of the poems is both intimate and haunted; seeking redemption through love, but tempered with a lament for its fragile impermanence and inevitability. Thieme's "the ghost dancers" offers nineteen fragments of a confession: an elegy for the vanishing of a love's sense of grace as it turns to the desolation of grief and the permanence of absence.