Worlds

You're worlds away but who knows how far. 

Maybe across a hot desert sand or floating atop a grey sea. 

Maybe in a place where the night is filled with the crashing of bombs and the morning may never come. Maybe the days are filled with loneliness and you day dream of what your world once was. 

Perhaps you are happy being worlds away, where your weapon and radio are your companions. 

Maybe your world is nothing but waiting. 

Waiting for the word, waiting for danger, waiting to die, waiting to leave.

 Maybe death never crosses your mind, but it constantly lingers in mine. 

Would I be the last thing to fill your thoughts before they deliver your flag? 

Or perhaps in your world I am nothing at all. 

In my world you're still here, ever-present and near like a song that never stops playing.

For a moment in time our worlds were one in the same, or maybe two worlds collided.

But now we are worlds away, but who knows how far.