I was driving at the time,
The head reverberated, stopped.
That’s when tears started rushing,
Anger, hurt, pain, blushing,
Against a toppled, heart.
The surprise in his face,
Never hurt me so as the one tonight,
And yet I know he didn’t mean it; my angel, my rock,
He’s a powerful man,
Tall and strong,
Why would I ever insult him with a palm?
I should have known,
But I was drunk,
It all was my fault.