Gap Year (Poetry)

Actually, I don’t think it was
as much as a whole year
but then I could be wrong
it was just a length of time
I spent with you, however long

The problem is, although I know
there was a time before we met and
of course a time after
I recall so very little of anything
inbetween — whether tears or laughter

So it’s a gap I can’t account for
but I know you were in it with me
and I remember your blue car — I’m
pretty sure it was a Mini
We were a couple for a while
spending time together
and likely had discussions about more
than just the weather
but I can’t recall a thing you said
or was it that we were too busy necking?
although I think I would remember that
It’s all so strangely vexing

I wonder if when you look back on
your life there is this gap and
like me you’ve a nagging small suspicion
we maybe on the verge of inventing
our own pseudo-romantic fiction

Some pages yawn a blank
because nothing really happened