Who's that stranger looking at me?

whirring from the fan, drip, drip, dripping from the shower
My right hand reaches across and motions in a clockwise circle
Shoulders slightly drooped
Staring straight ahead, eyes searching
Searching for a reason, an answer, a voice, a soul, the lost passion

Tilting the head, she follows
A tired smile forms and she smiles back.

Who are you?