'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,
which she always promptly checked and kept near)
' … The trees are many
and the communication,
between you and me,
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.