My memories are faded films.
Like they sat in the sun 7 years too long.
I think the blob on the left is my mom.
Sometimes they come through like silent films.
My father's stern face as he yells at me
But I still have no clue what the hell he's saying.
Other times the sounds there, but the audio
Doesn't sync up with the film
Like I'm watching a dubbed kung fu movie.
His lips are moving 50 frames per second,
But I swear all I hear is "I love you."
And then they come through perfect.
I can see every detail.
That piece of shrapnel as it pierces Sergeant Jones . . .