Glenda Mims

By

Glenn Allen Nolen

Copyright © 2003 by Glenn Allen Nolen
All Rights Reserved

Glenda Mims

What can I say?
You refused to give me the time of day.
And now your dead,
But somehow your memory is still in my head.

I see you wearing a green dress 
Making you look so beautiful on my first casino night in the girl’s club gym.
That night, I pictured you wearing less.
All the while knowing that you would be going home to him.

I remember a late Texas afternoon.
The green in your eyes made my heart swoon.
That must have been when I fell in love.
I caught myself flying with a dove.

I tried not to stare 
Viewing your long dark beautiful hair.
In that I failed.
I sat there for hours watching as it sailed.

I have often wondered if you knew.
How hopelessly I was in love with you.
Unfortunately, I never got to tell you how I felt.
Those were the cards you dealt.

Living with one man after another
Is no way to attract this lover.
And you acted so foolhardy
Playing games at that last pool party.

Telling me to watch, 
Then you kissed some guy.
Straddling his crotch
Was certainly the way to hear me say good-bye.

A year or so past,
Rather fast,
My feelings were still strong,
But perhaps I waited to long.

I felt like talking.
Then I let my fingers do the walking
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Telephoning someone we both had known.
He knew I was ready to have my feelings shown.

Evidently, he gave you the word.
You flew over to that girl’s club gym as fast as a bird.
From that moment everything went wrong.
It has played on my mind for so long.

What did you come to say?
You hid like a little girl would play
Talking to all the other men in the building.
What kind of weapon were you wielding?

That thrust went deep through my heart.
Blood pooled on the floor.
My mind came apart
Entering a psychiatric hospital door.

Those next few weeks are blurred.
I remember feeling mad.
Hospital records could tell you what occurred.
For the most part, I was in a state of sad.

And now you’re gone.
Seven years ago the fifth of July dawn.
Only recently did I hear the news.
Honestly, it gave me the blues.

Does love ever really die?
Or does it lie
In some remote part of the brain
Waiting for its time to rain.

All I know is this.
We never shared a kiss,
But I would have eagerly given my limbs 
Having shared a lifetime with Glenda Mims.

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