A post-war drama in letterbox

Glows silver in the center of my TV screen

While the dirty snow melts

From the walk outside my window

 

Deborah Kerr coughs

Elegantly into her hanky

And Van Johnson looks haunted and lonely

As she ascends the steps and closes the door

 

Leaving him to linger there

Haunted and hollow

His hopes melting

Like the dirty snow

 

 

© Diane E. Dockum 4/1/2015