I am the fool
Who fell in love
With the characters
In my book.
A Melodrama paperback
Barely worth a second look.
With people who are make-believe
I find I am concerned.
I wait to see what happens next,
And what I might have learned.
I live their lives
As I live mine,
And never did expect
To find myself
Longing to find them
And connect.
The line between
Imagination and
What is clearly real,
Blurs as I seek
Love and caring.
As I try to feel
The figments of my creative mind.
And when it has to end,
I am the fool with a broken heart
At having lost a friend.