The Post-Book Grief

By Saywisely

1 min read Jan 22, 2025
I close the cover, slow and deep,
While all the characters are still asleep.
The world I lived in, page by page,
Is now confined within its cage.

The house is quiet, I'm alone,
My temporary family's flown.
And in this silence, I now grieve,
A world I'm not prepared to leave.

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