I want you and you're not here.
I pause in this garden, breathing the colour thought is before language into still air.
Even your name is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again and again, it will not stay with me.
Tonight I make you up, imagine you, your movement clearer than the words I have you say you said before.
Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix me with a look, standing here while cool late light dissolves into the earth.
I have got your mouth wrong, but it still smiles.
I hold you closer, miles away, inventing love, until the calls of nightjars interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain, into memory. The stars are filming us for no one.
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