I know how this looks. My whole family has warned me about this exact situation.

You were the tall white one on the left. You burned steady all night, dripped on the moss runner, and never once made anybody feel small. Some of us found that very moving.

I circled you for maybe three hours. You didn’t say anything, because you are a candle, and I respect that. Still a better listener than the agency fax machine, which is in another dimension.

If anyone knows who took the candle stubs home at the end, please pass this on. I don’t need a number. I just want to know you’re somewhere warm.