I want you and you are not here. I pausein this garden, breathing the colour thought isbefore language into still air. Even your nameis a pale ghost and, though I exhale it againand again, it will not stay with me. TonightI make you up, imagine you, your movements clearerthan the words I have you say you said before.
Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix mewith a look, standing here whilst cool late lightdissolves into the earth. I have got your mouth wrong,but still it smiles. I hold you closer, miles away,inventing love, until the calls of nightjarsinterrupt and turn what was to come, was certain,into memory. The stars are filming us for no one.
