Hitchcock Blonde [A Cinematic Sonnet]

When young and innocent we would make out.
Two strangers on a train with vertigo.
I never had a shadow of a doubt
someday I’d climb in through your rear window.
For I confess I’m spellbound by the birds;
in frenzy, a notorious psycho.
To catch a thief, I wrote you pretty words,
the man who knew too much to let you go.
But when the lady vanishes tonight,
from Eastbourne she’s close by, north by northwest;
behind her torn curtain with bad stage fright
because she knows the wrong man loves her best.
A saboteur, I try to correspond;
to rope you in, my darling Hitchcock blonde.