It was the color of her dress when it spun about her,the wonder in his eyes as he caught her beauty. It was the spark in the air when they touched,the was the small flowers in the bouquet as it flew through the air.It was the cloth that surrounded the tiny baby,the bittersweet joy they had as he grew.It was the sea as it washed the ship to the harbor,the tears she held back as she waved goodbye.It was the fear that flashed in his eyes when he saw the enemy,the bullet that lodged in his skin and his last breath.It was the seal of the letter that she did not want to open,the tears she could not conceal.It was the sadness in the small boy's eyes,the flag that lay upon the coffin.It was the blade of the knife that she pushed into her skin,and the scream of the boy as he watched.It is the color that killed their familythe color of the lost souls.