Let us stop for a moment,
let us behold what we have made.
let it blaze against the yew trees.
there. it is over. gone out…
But to return. let us again pretend that life is a solid substance,
shaped like a globe,
which we can turn about in our fingers.
let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story.
– Virginia Woolf
for the people who did know you and would have known you
for taking me at my worst.
for picking me up,
washing me off, and setting me back on my feet.
& for still seeing me for who i was
and who i would be.
even i, who was not close to the blaze
could feel the warmth of your fire.