She

NEW is a funny word. But, at this moment, every word seems funny. Its so funny, I could cry. And I have been continuously. I guess I am the dumbest of all, who trusts someone who has "cleared" things. Things. The things. The things are gone. There is just THING now. Eventhough, its been termed as nothing, but its a thing, that nothing. It keeps me alive, and dead, at the same time.
I can just say her name, in whispers, or when I blow out the smoke of my cigarette. And I see the smoke fade away in front of my gloomy face. A face that has changed its color.
God, I cant stop loving her. I try so much, to forget, then I start to dream of her, and I wake up and I dont find her "there". But somehow, she IS there. She will always be.
Because, its HER.