It was the one red thing.

And the light was very large.

It was held the way you hold a heartbeat.

Everything else had gone grey.

So it slipped out of the picture —

weightless, and going nowhere.

It went looking. The world was very wide.

It called. Only the floor called back.

It came apart, a little —

then gathered what was left,

and remembered who had held it.

So it turned, and went back —

not to a picture. To someone.

And the red brought the color back.