Thief

Poem By Sally Van Doren

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.

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Little words but good poem to read.
Lucky boy! You are charming!


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