A dream

Last night I had a dream
that got me all confused:
I visited our special used-
to-be

Seated at the bar were two girls
the one was who you are
the other's who you was
to me

What you 'll bring

Sunday morning, what will you bring?
Will you serve me
melancholy
along with my cup of coffee?

Sunday night, what will become
of me?
I can't see
if it's the best or the worst that's yet to come.

Sunday morning, bring me sunlight.
Give me sunbeam comfort, 'stead of rainy mood.
Sunday evening, give me ease.
I don't ask for much, just to know I've done
better than the worst I could.

Sunday morning, I know I've grown,
but into what?
Is it good or is it bad?
I can't decide on my own.