I get into you
like your favorite character
in a book you just started
reading, but you're already
in love with and can tell
you'll be reading it
again. You go slowly,
not wanting the end, and
you keep going
back - to experience
a passage so beautifully told,
like the author stole a peek
at your living soul - and that's
an effect
you have.
In a book, we say
"the characters seem so real!"
even though, in real life -
have you noticed how few
people strike you this way?
The best part is
you
aren't a book.
So while we don't have to
rush, we also don't have to keep
holding up, doubling back, just to stave
off the end. There's nothing to stave.
We get to immerse and converse and
behave, with never a thought
for the needs of the plot.
The story may suffer, true,
but it's all that we've got,
and it's shiny new.
2 comments:
Add this one to the list of my favorites. It's such a beautiful analogy, and there are so many nice lines that if I tried to pick out the best, I'd end up pasting the whole poem here. Yet another one that demands to be read slowly and a couple times in a row. Well done.
Thank you! This was originally going to be a longer poem, but sometimes you come upon a perfect and natural resting place and decide the rest doesn't have to be said.
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