Dear Cheryl, beautiful Cheryl. I remember you.

Dear Cheryl, beautiful Cheryl. I remember you.

We were the lonely people; we learn to accept less. You came to me in the dark taverns,

begged for a dance. I saw a million bad days and no joy in your eyes.

We danced and I asked dear Cheryl, where do the lonely folks go when the kisses burn and

we forgot the kindness of love? Dear Cheryl told me. Johnnie, please make me smile,

please make me remember I am worthwhile and alive. I need someone to make me laugh again.

We went to my car, and we drove to a party store. Bought beer and I asked her. Where do you want

to go my beautiful Cheryl? She kissed me and she told me. This is more right than wrong.

Please take me to the motel, drink the beer, dance to the radio and hold me like you love and need me.

I told dear Cheryl, if we swim in whiskey and sin. Who are we? She smiled and she told me.

Maybe we can find heaven for a hour, maybe we can find kindness for a night.

I took her to the motel, and we entered the small room. Bed, TV, radio and bed.

She kissed me and she asked for a beer. She told me. You look at me with wonder

like I am beautiful and not forgotten. You know my sins and the heavy weight I must carry.

I told her, dear Cheryl, Beautiful Cheryl. I adore your eyes, I adore your face.

I love how you walk and talk. You are a diamond and if we borrow and steal kisses,

it isn’t sin. It is peace. Cheryl dropped her dress, released her bra and took her panties

off slow and easy. I watch her eyes and I told her. You are so damn gorgeous and

I went to her and my hands caressed her back and ass. I kissed her kind and sweet.

She told me. Less talk and make me feel alive.

We make love till daylight, and she wrapped her body around me. Dear Cheryl tried

to give me everything she had, and I tried to make her smile.

Dear Cheryl disappeared one day for Reno. Left a cold-blooded husband and

we met four times in the darkness of the motel lights before she escaped.

She asked me to go with her and I told her. I am locked in in my damn world

and I would slow you down my beautiful friend. With sadness in her eyes,

she told me. Thank you for showing me. I am still alive.

A year later, she was murdered in Reno. Just another women killed in Reno.

No-one knows why? I drink the beer and whiskey at the taverns and I tell the night.

Please gods of the taverns, give dear Cheryl, a place to rest. One day, we will hold hands

and I will tell her. I remember her, I miss her and I will tell her. I loved you my wild gal.

John