love letters from strangers

But maybe I once did, in some quiet past life we can’t quite remember. Maybe we were fleeting travelers crossing the same endless night, or lovers who never quite got the timing right. Maybe we were simply two souls who smiled at each other across a crowded room, kindred spirits woven from the same thread of starlight and longing.

There’s a strange symmetry in us. You write about stars and love like they’re the same thing; I write about the moon and loss like they can never be parted. Different verses, same poem. And that gives me hope.

Maybe in another life we won’t be strangers. The timing will be kinder. I’ll know your name and the sound of your voice. I’ll learn how you take your coffee, the books you keep by your bed, and the song that sounds like home.

Comes love, nothing can be done,

Comes love, nothing can be done,

Comes love, comes love

Comes love, comes love.

Lyrics - Comes Love

James Bracken

The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

like a keepsake, a secret

a shared little prayer

of recognition

consecrated

the hollow in my

chest filled with

incense

i let go

of a breath

i didn't know

i was holding

it felt like redemption

the end of a vigil

inevitable

i confess

i nearly knelt

I buy what I'm told

From the latest hit to the wisdom of old

But I'm always alone

And my heart is like ice And it's crowded and cold

In my secret life

In my secret life

La notte si aggrappava al ricordo.

the muse of your quiet—

I let that simple feeling

take me over, spread wildly

until I felt the bloom.

And you laid down

into my flesh

dizzyingly, satisfying

what was once nothing

but some forgotten gloom.