My First Impression

Trusting my instincts.

Photograph by Author.

I get to trust my instincts,
And my first impressions,
Particularly if they are distinct,
With very few exceptions.

I know someone who is out for fun,
The fiddler and philanderer,
And a few on the run,
And rarely make an error.

There are a few who like to cling,
Others need their space,
And the ones after a fling,
It makes up, the human race.

Lost in love or lonely,
Happy or bereft,
Then there’s the one and only,
And those the others left.

I go for first impressions,
It’s easier that way,
And make no concessions,
And very rarely stray.

I can feel it in the wind,
A nuanced sixth sense,
A feeling of being chagrined,
Where there’s no recompense.

Pieces of persuasion,
Words often said in jest,
On any occasion,
Let’s get it off your chest.