Sherry
In a late-night dream, set in one morning,
I met Sherry,
It's been years,
The last encounter I remember,
Seeing her in my rear-view mirror,
As I steered my departure,
Must have been a hard time since.
I expected her rage, with a slap in my face,
In fact she did ask me "Should I slap you in the face?"
Now that I recall, I wish she did,
In a dream state, I'd love to feel it.
"Far too late for a Sorry I guess,
I don't deserve your forgiveness,
But I had my struggles back then,
I didn't want to hurt anyone,
The rest we know, it happened."
And she replied, with a sweet smile,
Like the old times,
"That's a lot of 'I',
You haven't changed a bit."
What happened next? Nothing fancy,
We took a long walk, with no talk,
Gone was her sorrow, cleared was my guilt
We didn't need many words,
Hoping for a happy end but,
As with usual, I woke up.