The Red Silk Tie
I’m taking a slow look around
The cold rain hits the ground
My mind is soaked with great distress
The rain is ruining my silky dress
This dark street is cold and alone
I stand near a dead pay phone
Puddles gather at my feet
This is where we said we’d meet
Over an hour has passed me by
I hope you wore your red silk tie
Sirens fill the gaping hole
As if it wrenched my very soul
At that point I think I knew
The blaring sirens were for you
Split the silence from my scream
I wish to wake now from my dream
Stillness fills our lifeless home
I never thought I’d be alone
It rained the day you went to dust
I’ll say goodbye, if I must
As I hang my head to cry
I crumble up your red silk tie
Copyright © Marco Borda | Year Posted 2007
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