Lasting Impressions

like a chip on the edge of your glasses

Of all the lasting impressions
life has left upon the mirror of my soul,
I only think of you with a shudder
and a scratch upon my rose colored glasses.

Life has left upon the mirror of my soul
images and memories, smiles and tears.
Small fingerprints, laughter and maybe a few fears.
In hindsight, more sun than rain.

I only think of you with a shudder,
the kind of ghost-on-grave walking
they used to attribute a shiver to,
in days of yore and superstition.

A scratch upon my rose colored glasses,
mostly easy to look through.
I shan't polish you away,
but remember you as imperfection.