remember the days
(and some nights)
when we'd lie down
and just breathe
nothing more
nothing less
and every now and then
i'd trace little infinity signs
on your chest with the very tip
of my finger
and you'd be lost in the stars
while i was simply lost in the horizontal  figure eight on your chest
that was invisible to everyone else but myself

and that was what we were.

a pair of dreamers.

i've heard that you should never be with some one
too similar to you
and you see
that's what they all said we were
the same
but dear
we weren't
you were lost in
in the clouds, the sky, the stars
the unknown
while i was lost in you, your eyes, the invisible infinity sighs on your torso
the dream that had come true

and that's what you were.

a dream come true.

so please ignore the cliches
i was never one to be too original
but dont ignore what we were
just a pair of dreamers
similar in the fact that we had dreams
but distinctly different in the fact that while you dreamt about
fantasies and wishes
i dreamt  about you, the reality.