The Blanket

On my shoulders my favorite blanket lay
I sqeezed it tight everyday
Until the news came
How I sat on that train
Pulling my blanket over my heart
Thinking about how she used to hold me
Death wasnt supposed to be real
Not enough to touch and feel
I wore that blanket to the funeral
But I cried somehow
I died somehow
Death wasnt supposed to kill my mother
Death wasnt supposed to hover
But it came somehow
It hurt somehow
No one seemed to see
My mother wasnt next to me
And I cried in the car
I cried in the street
I had a panic attack
They couldnt hold me
And she wasnt coming back
And the blanket came with me everywhere
People began to stare
Then finally I heard her say
I heard you were looking for me
Im okay..im okay
And i let the blanket go
Walking in the cold
I let the blanket go