Tarnished Reflections

So many hopes and dreams, long faded into memories streams, rewritten in more favorable display of what was and how we remember it today. Wished I could say, I was innocent but all my endeavors were a stimulant to those truths, yours and mine and ours disguised, were the ultimate love often compromised. What memory would be worth the reflection most deserved? The good, the bad, the ugly and indifferent lay pushed down deep, openly blistering of the sadder times in undiscovered hurt, to why and when of efforts we still exert. I loved you, loved you long and well as long as you kept me within your spell; yet time is to often surged with reflected happiness disturbed. 3/30/18