There is no perfect word
For the way smoke curls
And froths and spirals
At the beginning of things
Before the fire catches
Before the certainty of burning
As we watch wide-eyed and hoping

There is no perfect word
For the waiting I am faced with
Or how I feel my breath catch
When my mind tells me stories
About how any minute now
You will return to my life
Needing me desperately once more

~ Liesl Dineen
Day 3.