Like grotesque shadows <br />These memories are black <br />The shadows of the times back <br />The moments we shared back <br /> <br />You were tender <br />My love <br />Just everything about you <br />Is what I called tender <br />Your smile; <br />That of a baby- <br />Innocent. <br />Your eyes <br />A blue sheet of love <br />That could rupture <br />If not tenderly approached. <br />Your voice <br />The melody of our times. <br />And your flesh, love <br />I never had enough <br /> <br />How was I to know <br />That you were not real <br />But plastic <br />That you were not tender <br />But core? <br />Oh, <br />I should <br />I think I was just stupid <br />Or maybe drunk by your smell <br />For the first day I knew you <br />My heart you stole <br />But this I swear <br />I didn’t know you capable <br />To throw it to the rocks <br />Now its in pieces. <br />You are tender no more <br />If you ever were <br />And everything you were <br />I break them to pieces <br />Even these memories of you <br />I’ll try, <br />Though stubborn they are.<br /><br />bernard ogalo oduor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-420/
