Post Card Perfect

It was New Years Eve

when you dipped me.

 You leaned in for a kiss.

I should have known then that eventually you'd drop me.

And

 the snow fell all around

a sailor and a nurse.

After the war had ended,

she stopped bandaging his wounds,

he bellied up to a bar

&

the photographed just faded away.

Every night when the street lights come on,

 the snow falls just enough

to give everything a fresh coat of paint.

and the postcard you sent still sits in it’s frame.