Time Warps

Don’t think I have forgotten that first time.
Seeing you walk across the parking lot
all smiles and anticipation.
The first kiss. In the kissing field,
the most unexpected places and passion.

Don’t think I have forgotten
because love is a thing of time and timelessness
where past and present mingle
and some days it is hard to tell one from the other,
not that I want to.

About this poem

The past affects the now. Sometimes that is rough. Other times, however, it is a delight.

Tom