Wake me up when I'm famous she'd never heard him say, although he'd claimed at the party that it was his catch phrase. Wake me up, now that bit was familiar. He had never owned an alarm clock he'd said the night before the morning after. She imagined him being late for work in a few hours as she left under cover of darkness for the bus stop and saw a fox watching her from the hedge. Perhaps he would invest in an alarm clock now.
The cross beds deep into the skin
It tells of love and sacrifice
The ink speaks with bitter tears and the pain of hope
Of capable hands and hearts that overflow
Of miracles and disbelief, anger and acceptance
Belonging and reaching out
Hands in the sky
Eyes searching and spirit clamouring
It speaks of beginning and ending
Of compassion and wonder
The cross lies deep across the skin
You are so loved.