I look at you and I see infinity.
Mirages and dreams and possibility
that you don't see when you look
at yourself
in the mirror.
What I see,
it's in focus,
things are so much clearer.
you look at yourself and you see irrelevance.
You see
what you've told your reflection you are
and after all this time.
you've started to believe there's no reason left to dream,
but
dream with me, of city roof tops and subway tunnels.
dream of me sleeping your sheets and kissing you good morning.
drowning in your love, as you drown in mine.
dream how I dream, with pictures of
us
from year to year
hung on the walls
of a little apartment on the south side of town.
And maybe that day you'll believe that I plan to stick around.
Tomorrow in a hallway,
or 5 years in a crowed room, or a bustling city street,
filled up with skyscrapers
or palm trees,
think of me, and how my eyes are always searching for yours.