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My Memories Lie
by Delilah CoyneYou 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.
More beautiful.
More desirable.
More alive.
...Or at least that's what I have to tell myself. 04/03/2006 Author's Note: Topic was given to me by Aaron Michael. Thanks Aaron!
Posted on 04/03/2006
Copyright © 2024 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. |
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