Memories Poem by bernard ogalo oduor

Like grotesque shadows
These memories are black
The shadows of the times back
The moments we shared back

You were tender
My love
Just everything about you
Is what I called tender
Your smile;
That of a baby-
Innocent.
Your eyes
A blue sheet of love
That could rupture
If not tenderly approached.
Your voice
The melody of our times.
And your flesh, love
I never had enough

How was I to know
That you were not real
But plastic
That you were not tender
But core?
Oh,
I should
I think I was just stupid
Or maybe drunk by your smell
For the first day I knew you
My heart you stole
But this I swear
I didn’t know you capable
To throw it to the rocks
Now its in pieces.
You are tender no more
If you ever were
And everything you were
I break them to pieces
Even these memories of you
I’ll try,
Though stubborn they are.