Separation

'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.

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