Who is She?

Our eyes riveted in an,
Unescapable gaze
As we try to understand each other
with a mind of haze.

Her eyes looked swollen
Strands of hair falling apart.
“What a cry baby.” I thought
And it left a strained feeling in my heart.

She appeared repulsed,
As she continued to assess me.
I followed her lead only
To feel the same as she.

I could see her turmoil;
Her will to be loud and clear.
And to speak with unseen conviction
For all the world to hear.

“Who is she?” I thought finally looking away;
Knowing she felt the same.
Any on-looker would find this a silly staring contest
But to us, it is more than just a game.

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