The Thing

She saw him in the crowd

To her, everything made sense now
Love. Hatred. Tears. Happiness. Laughter. Birth. Death
She understood It

She looked for him again
He wasn't there

She had read nothing in his eyes. 

Or did she?

She will never know or maybe she knew all along

She questioned her existence without him

She struggled, jostled and howled inside

But she knew she had to move on

She knew she was alive not because of her strength

For, she wanted to live to feel It

For, she wanted It to kill her slowly

For, this was the only justification

Even in his absence..