Love survives us,
even when nothing else does.
In all this madness,
your hands still find me.
We stay—
even when the world doesn’t.


Affogato afternoons, where the day softens and the heart sharpens.
I sip the sweetness melting into the bitter, hoping it teaches me something honest.
I remember I’m allowed to slow down.
Some afternoons are a truce.
Others are a battlefield,
Where I sit across from myself, letting the espresso burn through the fog I thought I was done fighting.
But here – in this melting moment – I let it all blur.
The past I’m trying to outgrow, the future I’m not ready for, the voices that rise like steam and disappear just as fast.
Because in affogato afternoons, I learn the same truth over and over:
Even the bitter can soften. Even the frozen can give. And sometimes, the only way forward is to let yourself melt just enough to begin again.


I thought it would destroy me but I harvested from the loss.
Release, under a crimson red sky.
I craved crisp air for my lungs. I willed my cold dead heart back to life.
Not determined to live under the damage done, determined to rise up from it and rebuild again.
JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

Find reasons to stay and stay relentless.
Rest is still progress and rebirth is a journey.
You will find your way.
JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

Two Strangers met
And accidentally fell in as more than lovers
We had different demons but matching wounds,
And sad past tales to tell
Two broken souls
Trying to find some guidance home within each other
Sadly,
The echos of fear, ego, and past trauma were too great
Destruction and self-sabotage got in the way
We became lost
From drowning in your gaze
Skin to skin
To drowning in your absence
Another scar to add to the map
Out in the cold again
At war with my head again
Two Strangers met
And fell in as more than lovers
But Love is war
Life is chaos
And two lovers became two strangers again.
– Two Strangers Part Two
JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

You smell like rain and I want to be a part of your storm.
Drown me in your gaze.
Rearrange my mind.
Hold me close,
Skin to skin.
Keep me warm from the cold of the outside world
And the world inside my head.
Our demons may be different,
But we wear matching wounds.
Tangled bones and a map of scars.
Just trying to find some guidance home.
– “Two Strangers”
Jacqueline Lente Poetry

The sad truth is
No one else can save you.
You have to dust away the misery.
Darker times behind, darker times ahead
We are endlessly changing.
Facing scattered dreams,
Silent screams.
Bleeding for a thousand reasons.
Rebirth,
The heart beats slow.
Safe in quiet places
Seeking my own comforts,
My own means to stay alive.
Jacqueline Lente Poetry