"She was

fire in the night

and when she burned

the whole world turned

to see what shone

and everyone, no everyone,

would burn their fingers

for just a touch of her flame,

but always as she'd come, she'd go,

and the night would cool again

and the world would be left in wonder

with only

stinging cheeks

and smooth finger tips

to remind them

she was real at all."

-Atticus