turning the pages

the book
was satisfying. you dragged
it on
as long as you could,
delaying the end.
savoring
each word, each page,
checking
the back to see how many
chapters were left
before setting it on
the nightstand
and turning off the light
for sleep.
people
can be like that too,
you want
them around
forever, with more
pages to be read, more story
to be told,
more of them with you.