(Ed Sheeran is really, really good.  I hope he makes music for a very long time.  Day 295…)

And I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways…

Do you think angels grew more excited
When our lights grew closer to finding each other?
Did they doubt our collision when I was immersed in depression
And didn’t love myself
The way you somehow grew to love me?
Are we tracked by warmth?
Does your pulse now register on a  seismograph?
Volcanoes mimic bass notes in my ventricles
Did those angels know
Two natural disasters
Could make beautiful music together?

Maybe.