Memories Outdone By Truth
By Debra-Lynn Swearingen
Memories of you from photographs
faded streams of light
they form my recollection
and I close my eyes real tight
I can almost hear your voice
and see you standing near
lingering in the moment
forgetting you’re not here
Memories are so fickle
rushing from joy to sorrow
happiness etched in minutes
no promised earthly tomorrow
But O’ how I return to yesterday
and long for times gone by
lingering in days of yore
an old familiar cry
So I wonder if memory
is gift or a curse?
The past is better than it was
reality—all the worse
For here I am without you
no wishing’ll bring you back
an empty chair reminds me
of my wanting-lack
Tho I know we’ll embrace again
where all sorrows cease
memories outdone by truth
—see you at the Wedding Feast!
