Impressions



Impressions
Shelly Ambrose



First Impressions

A season fueled with coffee beans,
I took a chance, completely caught unaware
As words spoke in colors, soft and new.
The world seemed painted with daydreams
Like something fresh, full, and free to share.
I was a palette brushed with every vibrant hue.



Last Impressions

I will make time to burn away
Meaningless memories and mindless advances
Of an unstable, ever-shifting ex-lover,
Whose splintered personas turn and fray
Like smudged paint across cracked canvas.
By the light, I’ll reframe and recover.

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