Absence 

Love is foresight

It is innocence

It is longsuffering

It is portentous

Live is desire

Lingering still

Fast and pray

Fortuitous

 

Like a man in a garden

Declaring experience

Lately sorrow

Has become murder

Like a two in a garden

A whispered betrayal

A silent disavowal

 

The tree silently sleeps

Its innocence is uncertain

Wither it lies

Whether it goes