She seeks to know me, questions aimed veil judgements, echoes open, traveling across hallways that do not end. She seeks to know me, her voice recedes and fades into the crowd, closing in like water filling my lungs. She seeks to know me through a gap in a dream, with cold hungry fingers through my body, in to my soul. She seeks to know me and finds dead spaces in my heart, my heart places where she once lived and lost like tears in rain.