The Book After

The last page closes

It seemed like a door that wasn't ready to be shut.

The words still scream,

Still echoing that final sound.  

A new book waits—

Quiet and unfamiliar.

Still, I reach for it,

Because stories don't end; 

They resonate.

I turn the first page,

Not letting go—

Just moving forward.

Before I realized it,

I was in a new era,

Different from the one before.

Not worse, 

Just different.

And sometimes, 

Just different is enough.