Below 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?