Red Tie Poem by Elena Gabriela

This is a poem about a red tie
It is not just a tie, it is his tie
It is a piece of him that I can hold in my arms
Can hold his smell, it is one of his charms.

This magic object helped me a lot
While I was sick, it caught
My illness into its material
For me it’s like something imperial

I know that this doesn’t make sense
I know that I built up a fence
From where no one can peek
I think now I’m becoming a freak!

How many people find comfort in a piece of silk?
What girls talk at night about it with guilt?
Who has a red tie of a boy in her bed?
Who can’t escape from the thoughts in her head?

I don’t want to give it back
I need it, I will have an attack
If it won’t be in my bed tomorrow
It will cause me a deadly sorrow!

Oh…it’s such a shame that he doesn’t call
Am I to blame that I don’t want me to do that at all?
I will keep the tie so I’ll remember his smell
And I’ll wait, I won’t have to tell
Him that he is always with me
In my bed, sleep, music, even though he is absente…