Day fifteen
Poem for that summer we went fishing. Whether the lake was still or not.
Day sixteen
Poem for rebuilding a life. For rekindling hope. For making a new poem.
Day seventeen
Poem for the one who collects tears in lacrymatories. Not a competition.
Day eighteen
Poem for bare walls and empty chairs. Fill them with something good. Let there be the sound of laughter. Share a meal with the one who has become a stranger.
Day nineteen
Poem for the moment. Waiting. Everything thick and heavy. Clouds waiting to burst.
Day twenty
Poem for the moment you wiped away the tears. Pain as a baptism. Welcome.
