Jagged Edges

Why do memories have jagged edges? They never seem to match up exactly with the truth. Their edges splinter and separate, wedging themselves into your conciseness. Some of the threads are wonderful and can be woven into a misty tapestry of joy. But sometimes the splinters knife you sharply. Sometimes the jagged edges cut through you.
Sometimes I wish I could recreate the whole tapestry and live the day again. But I can't. The jagged edges expand and change with every day, but when the moment is gone, it's gone for good.

and I am left with the jagged edges.