'Where are you?''In the forest, walking'
'Oh, I will meet you somewhere?'
'I don't think we will find each other … (sends). 
He walks on, another five minutes.

(Twenty-five minutes later,
 her screen;
 which she always promptly checked and kept near) 
' … The trees are many
and the communication, 
between you and me, 
faltering.
 I don't think we will find each other.'

Finally, she put the screen down
 and pushed the device away.
Even the ether shed tears
and fell silent,
 in it's reflection.