Red

She was long and pale with red hair.

She was stupid beyond her years 

and I optimistic beyond my experience. 

She was beautiful, 

With trauma I misinterpreted as depth.

She yielded beautifully and deeply though.

I liked that

She liked it too. 

We had two kids.

Oh, how they clung to me in the long night of her leaving.

They inherited my depth

and her absence.

Best of both worlds.