Member Poem

You were the red of sadness,
the kind of compassion
that ached in its emptiness,
the white noise in the backround
just to disturb the silence
of an emtpied building.

The building once was a home,
wasn't it?
It was where your heart beat
in all the hues of a sunrise.

My god were you beautiful
in those early mornings,

you and your coffee-stained smile,
you and your warmth
that was palpatable
even from across the table.

You darling candlelight,
you quiet ember,
you are the red of sadness
because you did as all light does -

you disappeared from my life
and took all the brilliance with you
when you left.