I Am You

I Am You

Peering from behind,
Rims of dark glasses
Following my wandering gaze,
Pools of dark brown
Mocking, mimicking my silence
Gulping a lungful of air,
Enraged at her mocking
In a flurry of dramatic grace
Fiery hands pulling
Strings of my heart
Unknown danger, The stranger
Feeling the solid nothingness
Stretching our fingers closer
Echoes down the hall, my gasp
"Who Are You?..." I whisper
"I Am You" She smiles.

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