"See you around," was the last thing I told her. How the hell was I to know that those words would be the last words I said to her? My days blurred into sugar sweet nightmares, and when I awoke there was a glass wall. The wall shimmered like stars at midnight. A thin sheet of ice glazed over my heart, but the reflection offered a guiding hand, so I reached out and the glass became a liquid mirage. A kaleidoscope of images raped my mind. So I pulled back and the glass broke into billions of fragments I walked over the glass and heard a voice calling my name. Hers was a sweet voice, something like angel tears. But in that moment I said, "I just want to be alone." So she told me, "You were always alone." Wait a minute--It was the other way around. Or maybe not. But either way, when I turned around the wall was gone and so was she.
I turned my back... The sudden wind a scythe. And I whispered, "I'll see you around."