Marion Heaton signed only her name 
On a Valentine postcard. Time can never explain
What you meant to say, Marion, but left unsaid
On a Valentine postcard. Was your lover dead? 

Were you left at the altar? Did he lead you to shame? 
Yellow roses, not red; only ashes, no flame. 
A language of flowers, flirtation by fan
And history tells us what history can, 

But Marion Heaton had nothing to say 
To her might-have-been lover that Valentine’s Day. 
On a Valentine postcard, unmailed and unclaimed, 
Marion Heaton signed only her name.

Bio: Kathryn Kulpa