Hiroshima, Mon Amour

My eyes watch the buildings block you,
Your scent dissolving, drowned in fumes.
Your steps fade, the traffic hisses
Higher: the cold freezes your trail;
My feet, rooted, turn, heart begins
to close; betrayed your ghost rises
Resurrecting the deed, the love,
the scars my hands cannot forget,
The caress melting me to you.