My Memories Lie
by Delilah Coyne
You were beautiful.
Your skin was warm; rugged, but youthful.
Your hair hung and curled, messy but perfect.
Tall and slim, tight and firm.
Boyish and manly; a teenage ideal.
When my thoughts linger on you for even a moment,
I still feel the ache, though timeworn and dull.
But my memories are false.
The years of living have made you more than you were.
...Or at least that's what I have to tell myself.
Author's Note: Topic was given to me by Aaron Michael. Thanks Aaron!
Posted on 04/03/2006
Copyright © 2020 Delilah Coyne
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Christel Crews on 04/04/06 at 11:02 PM|
wow! memories do lie... i understand this all too well.. my mind paints a prettier picture than reality
|Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 04/08/06 at 04:05 AM|
Yes memories do lie, and like distance makes the heart grow fonder, time makes the memories fonder.