Someone I love will die in those pages again.
And I will cry again.
But still I read on through the heartbreak
To reach the ending of a happy story.

What folly!There are no happy endings.
There are only delightful pauses before the break.
Before the characters shatter and crumble,
And lose their loved ones or dear possessions.

Until they are not the characters we know at all,
But completely evolved versions of themselves.
But I read on, until I cannot recognise anyone I read, but myself.
Even so, it is hard to know what is real and what is but a page
In a storybook.