Thief
I remember the hour you stole time from me and here in these late pages I try to collect back the kisses in the parking lot that erased my history next to that green F-150 when you became my future.
Credit
Copyright © 2014 by Sally Van Doren. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 4, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.
About this Poem
“I have lately been thinking a lot about time and I am often thinking about love and this poem appeared before I fell asleep a few weeks ago. I have long admired Catullus’ use of the word ‘kisses’ and I was happy to find a place for it here.”
—Sally Van Doren
Author
Sally Van Doren
Poet Sally Van Doren was the recipient of the 2007 Walt Whitman Award from the Academy of American Poets
Date Published
04/04/2014