At The End of The Book

As I turn the last page, 
I close my eyes,
Because I know what comes when I read those last words,
That feeling of longing,
Of wishing I could be a part of the story,
But knowing that it isn't there,
That as soon as I open my eyes,
And take in those ink markings,
On that yellowed page,
The story is over,
And I have to move on,
Even though I may yearn for more,
It will not come,
Once I've finished to book,
That is the end,
So what if I never finish?
If I leave it,
Open to that last page,
Never brave enough to look,
What comes at the end of the book.