Cordell, too sweet to tell you,
I'm on the road to the places you've been before.

I see you in a sentimental way,
Through landmarks I've memorized.

I saw you as the thoughts faded away,
And imagined great adventures if you were here today.

Cordell, your flower wilts evermore,
Within the chasms of my spiraling mind.

You stole the cadence of my heartbeat:
Your dead blood flowing through me.