2Below she greets him
Laughing in chilled winter air
A sound of pure bliss
Above he watches
An undelivered letter
Clammy in his hands
Below, a couple strolls
Into the snowy courtyard
Flashing perfect smiles
Above a letter
Is shoved into a desk, never
Too see daylight again
There's work to be done
Who needs such frivolous things
Like love anyway?