Belinda Poem by Juan Olivarez

Belinda had long black hair,
And beautiful long white legs,
her eyes were sad eyes, that looked at me,
with desire, and hidden, passions,
From behind a pair of designer horn rims.

Belinda was my love, my first ever love,
She came in with the freshman class that year,
A fish that liked musicians.
and I was a junior that year,
A bonafide guitar playing fool.

She kissed, with her eyes open,
That was to watch for the principal, or so I thought.
For what seemed like forever, we were an item.
Football games, baseball games, sock hops,
Saturday afternoon matinees.

She would come hear me play, at my local gigs,
she would pick a seat close to the stage,
And sit there all night to catch me on my breaks,
And to make eyes at me making sure the other girls
Knew I belonged to her.

I always thought I loved Belinda,
But what does a seventeen year old heart,
Really know of love?
She grew up faster than I did,
she needed more than I could give, at the time.

She moved on to a drummer, specifically Roy,
The drummer in my band.
A few awkward moments to be sure,
Then I moved on.
I was too good for those guys.

The funny thing was, I never really cared.
I never missed her, not much really,
why then did I feel a piece of quartz,
Right in the place,
where my heart was supposed to be.

7/29/14 ALTO TEXAS