You and I

we are like stars, 
you and i;
not that we shine
but in that
we stick to our own systems
that happen to be 
in distant galaxies. 
and yet,
on hot summer nights
or cold and frigid twilights
sometimes,
when all else eludes my drowsy brain
you step into the train
of myriad thoughts juxtaposed therein,
as dreams.
and almost always that you do,
i awake with a start
and question myself
who was that again?
the unspoken pieces
of our 'ship brief
come back to haunt me
as i splash cold water
all over my eyes.
and then i find
that you've receded
to your remote galaxy
and all's well in mine.