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.