So sad

Drawn to the color,
to the memory of childhood art projects,
of scratching through black ink
to reveal bright crayoned luminescence,
I take the time to focus in,
to gently scan
the messages left here,
to wonder at the inferences made.
Drinking in
the wonder of it,
drifting across the surface,
the blues,
the neon pinks,
my eye is caught
by a delicate white inscription
and drawn by this light counterpoint
back into compassion:
So sad,
it says --
So sad.