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.