The canals of my blood stream

Veered out of sight

Into the lost composition

Of a Tennessee night

I once shared with you.

They flowed along the trail you taught me;

Where dirt and trees intertwined

And the rocks were keepsakes

I stowed away;

As if my mind

Could erase

The way your tea smelled

As we sat there in the stillness of

The others'

Quiet talk

And card games.

I miss getting lost with you;

Lost in you;

Lost because of you.

What I found is

Exactly what they said I would

And perhaps

That's why I can't

Help

But keep digging.

My faith has always outweighed

My logic.