By Ayan Jain
Hope was clearly absent.
Just like HIS warmth.
He wasn't here, but he had never really left -
Her mind, or her heart.
The girl realized this even as she was bereft:
Love never dies, It's an eternal art.
She kept him close, and did what she knew he'd agree;
She disowned the darkness and then "there was light".
His memories gave her a new smile, and once again a reason to be;
The Sun had finally outshone the king of night.