I used to interrupt
try and correct, because I was sure the story they were telling was false
because I was young
because I thought the truth was what mattered
Now, when I hear someone telling us what happened
I just listen and nod
It was so many years ago,
in a place that does not exist anymore
Now I know their memory is what is important
the accuracy of it; hardly relevant
Are we going to argue about the number of trees in a watercolor?
title from Saige