You did a great job connecting landscape
with language like those lovers in my poem
strolling a snowed heath, and our chat flowed
without stylish metaphors but occasional gaps
caused words to break deeper crusts.

I could not have been more awed to see stanzas
you carefully split and there was no hurry to call off
this session of text messages which we slowed
on purpose same as those two lovers in poem
paused under birches standing like lengths of time.

It was not right to disclose similarity but everything
has a context same as your voice also conveyed eyes
in the end a single click removed our thread.