Many lives that we can’t wish for are realized quickly and easily.
Many beautiful things and stories that may not be repeated in the end.
Many tears that fall meaninglessly but have a million meanings that are difficult to unravel
The passing of life, has a million colors — feelings — and hopes
We promise to come back
We walk together and laugh
We used to share, and now I don’t know where you are
I still remember everything about
what you like
what you hated
And what always makes you come back to me — again
The crashing of those waves
And the sunshine
Your small steps when the rain soaks your hair
Then you walk with me, along the dark alley — without hope
You’ve only just begun
But I’ve already ended my steps
I stopped, because I knew Hiroshima would no longer be as it once was
I decided to leave — but not with you stoic and “ surrendered” to see me go.
I watched Hiroshima fall with you
But on the other side, I continue my life to forget the ever-present graciousness of Hiroshima.
It feels like because of Hiroshima, I’m now blind and deaf because of you that I’m out of my mind because nothing seems to have happened.
For all that happened was that you were something that was destroyed without a fight.
For my story in Hiroshima, may you find peace without a story to end it.
I sometimes feel, maybe. Now you are someone for somebody else.
A story of a big-hearted, strong woman determined never to return to Hiroshima…