Blue Quilts

It’s been six years and I still freeze
At the sight of blue floral quilts
My thoughts snap back to that day in an instant

Coming down the stairs
To find you on the couch
That blue floral print quilt draped over you
The quilt your friend gave to you

The first time I saw one afterwards, I froze
I knew it wasn’t the same one, but I still had to check
Because the nightmares were still fresh

It wasn’t and neither are the others I come across
That one is still four hours away, in a different state
Rotting away in some landfill