There are lots of people who constantly lie. This is nothing new, of course. This poem is about them.
Everything fades, in time. Especially memories. It’s funny how one person’s recollection, no matter how flawed, can become the new version of the truth…This poem is all about that.
This has been a big week for me. I’ve written a number of poems (some I like, some I don’t) that have been well received. Here’s another.