Many years down the line- you'll be alone - sitting in the silence of darkness. There would be no arms to wrap you in the happiness of love , to establish a comfort blanket of calmness. But memories would be dancing, laughs you shared would be echoing in the vacant desert of your mind , the scent of the tears you once shed by resting in the laps of the good enemy would be prevailing in the atmosphere. It would again wrap you up but this time , not in the happiness of love but in the memories of love and would fill the voids of your life.
And then you'll suddenly realize - art to explore the nuances of your life still exists but not the artist.