Memories and solid things

If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket 

The night sky would appear 

Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America 

The unspoken words caught in a language barrier

How my heart dropped from the moment we met all those weeks ago

And how I don’t think yours even left your chest  at all maybe just for a minute 

It would be a heavy blanket that keeps you just a tiny bit sweaty all night

Because the memories of you are starting to push me into my bed at night

And when I wake up 

It feels like I can’t move no longer 

Tear stains on my cheeks that sort of look like rivers that would border this great big woven blanket 

A blanket that keeps me trapped in the memories of you