Inner Thoughts

Other Lives

As I walk alongside my friend,

I think about all my other lives.

I yearn for them and miss them

because they are all a part of me.

I've traveled so far and experienced so much

because of the lives given to me through the words on a page.

I see and think and feel so much more than what's around me

because I'm in another world.

I remember so many, all tumbling around inside.

The lives that not only I have lived.

Whole universes I have visited

that I will probably not see again.

And I miss them.

A feeling of all that was, all that had happened.

All the loss, all the joy, all the fun.

Those stories that rung true, even though they were fiction.

And I was there, with the character,

feeling all that they were.

And now I miss them.

Tears spring to my eyes because I know.

I know that they will always be there with me.

All the places I've gone,

they're still there.

And hopefully they always will be.

No one who reads a book lives only once.

I know that.

And so we go.

Off to experience more books,

to find more universes and stories to immerse yourself in.

I relish it.

The fact that there are still more books out there.

More books to cherish

More stories to read

More lives to live.