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.

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