When it comes before you're ready for the novel to be over
And you weep days weeks on
end because the characters you've learned to know took into your soul pretended or saw were so real then after five six hundred single-spaced pages don't go on anymore you lost Frodo scout or Holly lost your reality then go into withdrawals
Like a habitual offender
Once I finish a book like that I sit
And ponder God how I'd like to be able to write a novel
That could make
People feel awfully ******* lost
And depressed when it's
Over.