two hundred and forty eight degrees: ‘despite the years…’

Ghosts ~ Fanfarlo

for every broken

heart, a blessing

and each

bruise, a benediction

–

I learnt a little

( s o m e t h i n g )

–

of myself

–

with scars to tell

a story

and fractures, pinned

the picture

–

of you

–

who blew

my blooddrum

from its

orbit

–

round the blinding

son

*

It came to change us all for good…