Somehow, I have forgotten to post for the last few weeks. Life has, as usual, been a little crazy but I don’t usually completely forget. And, here it is, almost 9:00 and I only just remembered. Anyway, here is a poem for you. I hope you enjoy it. 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…