My Sweet, Dead Jericho

It’s hard to remember who they were before. Sometimes you have to accept that it’s not them anymore, but you can still love who they used to be

As the frost melts away
And the promise of warmth comes my way
I remember my dear Jericho
My sweet, dead Jericho

To forget your eyes feels like a crime
To be gone from my world, Dear God
How could you make me so blind?

When the sun heats my skin
And I think about what could’ve been
It boils a million degrees
Dear Jericho, sweet Jericho
Why did you ever leave?

We planted the seed
And the roots have taken in
Jericho, please
Please, love me stiff

My dead Jericho, don’t let me go
I’ll think about you forever
Even if the seed never grows.

Author's Note

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