In the shadows of my mind.

Its funny. I still dream about her.
First, I saw an image, a vision, of her lying by a window, blood visible on her neck. Blood from a belly wound, she showed me. The vision faded, and I went to find her. I had to find her.
She was standing trapped, more like barricaded, behind, no in, a wall of glass. Blood still visible on her neck. A mirror. I could not get her to come out. She said she was tired of bleeding. She stretched her hand through the glass to grab mine in good-bye. There was still glass surrounding her hand. I felt it stretch from a flat panel out in between our fingers, cold and smooth, as I clasped her hand to mine. And then she was gone, where I could never get to her.
All these years, and I guess I do still love her. Despite how much I hate her.