jericho.

since you're gone,
all of you,
i've never felt okay.
and i guess it's hard to admit,
but i can never feel this way.
i guess poetry's catharsis,
but it's nothing to your voice,
please come back.
please?
and i know that you are coming
as fast as the wheels will take,
but i'm crumbling,
quickly,
and every word without you here
feels like a blast from joshua's horn-
and me, i'm jericho.