She says/He says

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she says: I see you.
he says: No, you don’t.
she says: I see you. I do.
he says: You can’t. I ‘ve hidden things from you.
she says: Well, like the child who covers his
own eyes to hide as I seek you – yes.
But I see you.
he says: Inside, not out.  There’s stuff going on.
Deep, dark, tangled.
she says: I see you. I always saw you.
he says: I saw you too!
she says: That’s true I think. Seeing we’re good at.
Communicating, not so much.
he says: Seeing isn’t everything.
she says: No. But I thought it was something.
Apparently I was wrong.