Pages unfold, each crease a memory's breath,
Chapters written in whispers and screams,
Some volumes are brief, some stretch beyond death,
Bound by the ink of our most fragile dreams.
Joy leaps from margins, anger burns through the lines,
Depression shadows the spaces between,
But love - oh, love illuminates all designs,
Painting meaning where nothing had been.
Characters enter, some stay, some depart,
Leaving footnotes upon our trembling heart,
And there's that one page we're afraid to turn,
Knowing once flipped, some lights will never return.
The story continues, whether we wish it or not,
Each chapter unwritten, each moment uncaught.