In this bedroom,
under these covers, I’m naked.
And this quilt is the only thing I believe in.
It’s stitched together with your laughs, eyes, smiles and silly remarks.
Won’t you stitch this here quilt a mile long for my beaten heart?
It’ll keep me warm against the bitter winter we dreamt about.
The winter that gave you a reason to spoon me under this same quilt, facing south.
And the patterns of our memories are fading
, with the rip and tug from the stones that try to pry this mile long quilt from my weak arms, it’s devastating.
Won’t you hold the quilt up, from them,
Keep my memory, your memory…our memories alive.
I drag this love all over the place, it’s been sewn into my DNA.
The pain, it’s like a long text message of love followed by a single consonant also known as “k.”
The smell of this blanket only reminds me of your skin and how close we had been.
So close that we could feel eachothers goosebumps rub on the other’s skin.
Because we thought we didn’t deserve it, we were so nervous.
And I reach out my pale hands to yours but you cringe,
I’m cold, only because your love and soul is the only thing that could make my cheeks sore.
Our mile long quilt is caught in the door. And you stepped over it,
Because you knew how precious it still was. And the last thing I saw…
I still remember the color of your eyes. I memorized every blink, movement, and stillness of those precious green meadows.
And I can’t stop, won’t stop loving you.
So holding this quilt close to my heart is the only thing I could ever possibly do.
