i have no more cities to tell
to span these miles
to while away this distance
it is imperturbable
mute
and stoic
it remains
and you are far

send a star

be my wish
beloved

someone
strangely reflected
in the light of the lopsided moon
not you
was laughing in the right places

observing me
someone
walked in matched cadence
to one side

from where i stand
in the shadows of waning
someone
said impractical words

me here
someone there in odd reflection
someone was

not you

that's what it was

it was the words after all, enough of them
occurring together
in a statistically significant way

i did write
and there are algorithms

for sensible enough
within a degree of certainty
for a response

it's not the words
it's their frequency

i wrote hope many times
and wishing
and perhaps
and may

i wrote you a lot

and me not much
and love only later
when the notes were shorter
and maybe only ten times

a weak correlation

that's what it was