In the weeks after Stevie Ray’s
death I walked in a bright white haze.
Met a man not quite right for me
but gave of myself unconditionally.

More than a year and a half has past
and I recall the day I saw you last.
Christmas Eve wasn’t it when I wore
my boots, your hat and little more?

Nine months since I walked away.
One full year and another birthday.
I settle into singledom resigned,
my mate unsure e're will I find.