The Book

I remember starting this book I wished I was further along, The prelude sounded beautiful Like the hook of your favorite song, The first few chapters were safe They quickly set the scene, The pages were crisp Not worn in the slightest it seemed, A chapter of friends in slow cars Driven like they were fast, Pages so silly and new But boy were they a blast, A chapter on affection That would quickly betray, A few pages looked damaged About a hospital stay, Then a chapter on healing A slow redemption arc, Apathy turned into focus The contrast was stark, Back on his feet again The protagonist found forever, Rings were exchanged that day To leave each other, never, A cliff over crashing waves The decision was set, No tiptoeing into the water Head first was the bet, Some pages had petals Tucked into the spine, Others were hard to read Ink smudged between the lines, Some pages were warped The end of forever came, Too many pages spent Trying to identify the blame, I keep turning the pages But the numbers disappear, The author hasn’t finished How it will end, I fear