The Day In Which I Mourn the Book Characters We Have Lost

Oh, we all know the endless pain of losing a beloved book character. Especially those like me, who grow unnaturally attached to their favorite characters. And this past few months have been very sad in the world of books-Mia-has-read. So, what did I do about it? I wrote a sappy poem.

**CAUTION- CONTAINS SPOILERS-CAUTION**

Oh, the characters we have lost,

how I miss you so.

And I know

That you died for a good cause,

the sacrifice 

so the plot line could move forward.

And yes, even though you are secondary characters,

the sidekick, or best friend.

You are missed

and mourned

Like Rudy

Oh, poor poor Rudy

From The Book Thief, 

a story so beautiful

yet painful.

Why Markus Zusak, why?

You, the one who broke my heart

in a way that made me crave more

Even though it hurt so bad.

And Finnick, oh Finnick!

The one whom Suzanne Collins killed off with out 

the slightest emotion

leaving me to imagine 

the prose that should have honored his death.

But yet, I was so sad.

Why, oh why is it always the hot guy

that has to die?

Or the one you grow to love,

the character who goes through a turn-around,

or starts out lovable, as the French put it

il est aimable.

And renders you speechless when his time comes

 Like the two characters the Patrick Ness made me sob over.

Manchee, the only talking dog in history that didn't drive me crazy.

And Davy.

I can't even put my sorrow into words.

I remember the day now-

I was on the school bus, when his death

hit me like a slap in the face.

And now I am just to sad to continue this poem

which has brought up so many memories

of the ones that I loved

but lost.

Fellow readers, you know my pain

And how it can be so beautiful

the hurt that blossoms in your chest

And makes you wonder

"Is this story real?

How could it not be, as it has such a powerful hold on my 

emotions?"

But then we have to continue 

on in our lives 

One more character 

rattling around in our memories

forever, even though

it is in the cemetery

which they rattle.