maybe if i write about you enough
spread proofs of our love on the internet

let strangers know how we used to dance
the gods from the satellite will bring us closer

maybe they are playing games with us
shooting our waves south to north

the earth is round
we will find each other again

it’ll be a Thursday
and the moon will be shining

when we do meet,
you’ll look like me — maybe older.
your firm hand will hold mine
and i disappear in you.