Like the lyrics to a favorite song,
half-remembered as we sing along,
the stories that we love the best
and relate with the strongest zest
are those that we have half forgotten–
misplacing details ill-begotten.
Like wrinkles smoothed with Photoshop,
we know where truth is meant to stop.
We smooth the bumps and oil the friction
by sugaring the truth with fiction.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Memory on the Menu.” Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?