Then This Will Be...

As I walk in shadow of nature, I wonder what has become of you and me?
Distant and cold, all we do is exchange cold glances.
Small pokes here and there, but only on the world wide web.
As I leave for war, will you know about it?
I wonder will you think of me?
Will you be waiting for that one poke, that you've sent?
If I die, will you hear of it?
Will you help scatter my ashes?
If I come back broken and scarred, will you comfort me?
One day we will meet, you will gaze into my eyes, and I will meet yours.
Your face, filled with awe and regret.
I will ask you, "Do you remember me?"
I know I will remember you.
You will say,"Only some days and some nights."
Then this will be...