68 years ago Hiroshima became the first city to be targeted by an atomic weapon.
The Last Song
I am a shadow on the wall.
My memoir- that you read now-
Is but a product of someone
else’s imagining
But my story is true.
It is a love story…
…or, rather, a love song…
When you opened your mouth
It was not words that came out
It
was music:
A
melody, pitched above the baritone drone
Of
propellers and engines overhead,
A
melody pitched beneath
Shrill
klaxons,
The
air raid sirens.
I
took you in my arms and embraced you.
It
was music- not words-
And
your smile filled the sky
And
all was saturated in white light.
A
moment.
A
moment passed, imperceptibly.
The
white light- a flash-
Frozen
And
there was nothing but you
You
and I
Bigger
than war
Bigger
than war and death and God.
But
what I saw was not you before me.
Just
an image burned on my retina.
I was clutching at a shadow when the shockwave hit
Turning my bones to dust and ash.
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