Too many leaves, two footsteps
wind ruled with a scattering fist
you walked frantically on one pace
legs covered one space loyally
in measured hypnosis of muscles
body’s convulsions set the scene
registering references
empty chairs on wet grass added
to an empty strip of road
& I imagined future strollers
& about movies with weird endings
when the guard told me “it is time”
leaving garden
I waited standing in distance
you took away my language
I kept chasing silence.