Thoughts Through Poetry

On Loving Fictional Characters

On Loving Fictional Characters

I spent the past days quietly

With thoughts continuously haunting me

As I realized what I wished to see

Would never, ever come to be

And as the seconds continued to tick by

And time persisted to go on and fly

As fast as the blink of my tearful eye

I closed this book with a heartbroken sigh

And everything else around me went on

The father went out to play with his son

The man continued on as a simpleton

And my days, as always, were spent forlorn

And no one else could ever compete

With how I felt, I was so complete

As I thought about it, concealed in a seat

And my face flushed with this scorching heat

But then I looked up and I realized

That I wanted more than what I've fantasized

That it could be more than what I've conceptualized

And I wished, so much more fervently, I wished

I went to open the book once more

And wished it wasn't just mythology and lore

And my heart hammered even faster than before

For I knew that this loss I could never restore

And I reread the pages awash with pain

And carefully caressed each artful stain

For each sonorous call was a sad refrain

Of the ink and tears that remained the same