I am solid in my standing
Je suis trop fort pour me retirer totalement.

Restless, almost shook
in a cool funk unfocused
driven, she gave way
to thoughts unfettered
and almost succumbed
to the breaking of it.
Promises almost come
undone but she recalled
the smell of death,
stagnation in the binding
of two so unmatched.
So she wait and see,
wait and see more.

She cared once too deep
little heart sore, body
callus in her immense
desire of flesh try for more.

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.